by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Something very weird happened to me at a strip club recently. I met a young woman who looked identical to Zendaya, to the point that I now, months later, find myself wondering — was that Zendaya?
Zendaya
Of course there’s no possible way it was her, right? And, yet, I keep rolling around in my head how much she looked and acted like Zendaya and it starts to unnerve me. She even had that lilt in her voice that Zendaya has.
Anyway, it’s not like anyone is going to listen to me unless I could prove it absolutely. And, really, what do I expect would happen if I had managed to get her to admit it was her when I was at the club — she was going to be my best friend or something.
I guess I fear I may have been a fool not to notice it was her in the moment. But, this, along with all the other screwy things I’ve done in my life over the years, I can only be so angry with myself over.
The only thing I can think of, if it was her, is she was doing it for some future roll. I still don’t think it was her, but if it was and I didn’t recognize her, boy am I going to feel really dumb.
