A funny thing happened at the sea lions exhibit

So Michael and a friend of ours and I visited the zoo yesterday and we were looking at the sea lions when someone behind me touched my arm and said my name. I turned around, confused, as both my companions were in front of me. A guy I didn’t recognize said, “I’m [name of a true crime blog I read.]”

This person, whose identity he’s pretty big about keeping secret, writes a crime blog I really admire. And he really admired my work too; in fact his blog was inspired by the Charley Project.

We knew each other but only slightly. Before yesterday I didn’t even know his real name or anything about his personal life. And then he randomly recognized me at the zoo.

He says he’s constantly studying people’s faces, by habit, cause you never know when you might run into a missing person. I’ve posted plenty of photos of myself on this blog.

The crazy thing is he doesn’t even live anywhere near my local area. But he just happened to visit my local zoo that day, on the same day I happened to visit it, and happened to recognize me. We were both gobsmacked.

It was quite a day.