Last week I received an email from my buffet buddy that knocked me off my chair.
“I’ve been doing a marathon viewing of all the Resident Evil movies and there is something about Milla Jovovich that reminds me of you.”
Milla Jovovich?! The super hot former model turned lame actress in bad zombie movies? I was thrilled. The last time I was told I resemble a celebrity was when a “friend” told me I reminded him of Carol Burnett. Carol Burnett doesn’t even want to look like Carol Burnett. “Carol Burnett?!” I hissed at my former friend. “What did I ever do to you?”
Milla Jovovich was definitely a step up. I grabbed a photo of my new doppelganger and thrust it at The Sweetie.
“Does she remind you of anyone you know?” I asked, doing my best super model face.
The Sweetie’s face remained blank, no glimmer of recognition or joy at the realization that he is married to a model look-alike.
“Who?” He asked.
“My buffet buddy said I remind him of Milla Jovovich.”
The Sweetie looked incredulous, then apologetic.“Hmmm,” he said, trying to look like he was considering it, “I don’t really see it,” he finally shrugged.
I decided I would quiz my friend incessantly when we saw each other face to face. Yesterday we had a date to make plum jam.
I sat expectantly and waited for him to gasp at the resemblance when he could see me so soon after watching the latest installment of Resident Evil.
“So what was it about me that reminded you of Milla Javovich? The bone structure? The somersaults she does while fighting zombies? That luminous skin?”
My friend looked at me carefully and then shrugged. “Actually, now that I think of it, I realize that there was something that was reminding me of you while I was watching the movies, but it wasn’t Milla Javovich after all. I think it was the zombies.”