my back twin

i met my back twin. from the back, she looked exactly like me with her curly, chin length hair, her thin frame, and her clothes that mirrored something i would wear- an orange hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and funky running shoes. val noticed her first, asking chris, "you do remember where we're sitting right?" for fear that he'd go join my back twin's table on his way back from the restroom. we decided that i needed a picture with my back twin; i scooted my chair a little closer to her table and tried to sit near her without her noticing as chris snapped a picture of our backsides. i walked around her table a few times, real casual-like, to get a look at her face, but she was definitely not my front twin with her pale, birdlike face and emerald-colored eyes. i got jen and nikki to walk with me, jen snapping another picture as we passed her backside, and all of us staring at her front side rather obviously as to continue the comparing.

"you have to approach her," everyone agreed, and finally i got val to go with and do the talking. we headed over to my back twin's table and val leaned in and said, "i'm sorry to bother you, but from the back, you look like my friend jackie." as she said that, i turned around to reveal my backside as if to say, "yeah? yeah? you see it, right? isn't this great?" i turned around again. my back twin was giving us a look as if to say, "alright, you creepy assholes, go back to wherever you came from." we quickly excused ourselves. i was a little sad that our conversation didn't last longer; i wanted to ask, all wide-eyed and hopeful, "is your name jackie, too?"

but seeing my back twin was one of my happiest moments ever, period.