A friend of mine from the '80s called me last weekend. "I just saw your doppelganger eating lunch in Loring Park," he said.

"Interesting," I said.

"I tried to talk to her but she ran away."

"Uh huh," I said.

"It was your doppelganger, right? It wasn't you?"

"No, it wasn't me."

"Because if it was you and you ran away I'd be really pissed."

"It wasn't me," I said.

The next day I was clothes-shopping with a friend of mine from work and she said "When I was at the downtown library I saw your doppelganger walking out of a bathroom. She looked exactly like you except she had blonde hair."

"Interesting," I said.

A couple of days later I ran into one of my ex-boyfriends at Whole Foods.

"Nancy," he said. "Yesterday I saw your doppelganger working at a coffeehouse on Grand Avenue."

"Really?" I said.

"She looked exactly like you except taller and younger."

"Which coffeehouse? I want to go see her."

"Oh, she wasn't working at the coffeehouse. She was a customer working on her laptop."

In the next few days my doppelganger was sighted driving a MINI Cooper near Lake of the Isles, dancing at Lee's liquor Lounge, buying milk in Chanhassen, starring in a 1970's situation comedy, and eating Swedish meatballs at Ikea.

My doppelganger sure is one gal about town.