Do I have a doppelganger?

I spent last night at Lambert House running database queries. It was a bit of an emergency; I should have done it earlier this month, but I only just remembered yesterday. The director hasn't been well lately, so he didn't remind me as usual.

Going to Lambert House last night meant I didn't go to the munch* that I'd planned on attending. But then this morning, the organizer of the munch wrote me as if he'd met me last night. I had to assure him that he hadn't.

This is at least the third time that somebody has told me they've mistaken someone else for me somewhere on Capitol Hill**. I'm a transgender woman in her fifties with purple hair. How many of me can there possibly be running around? I'm more amused than worried — for now.



*A "munch", in kink community parlance, is a non-kinky social event by and for kinky people. There's usually food involved.
**Let's be honest: if you're going to look for my doppelgänger, the Hill is the most logical place to go.