Where's Trixi?

Last night was bloody odd. I met this guy called Laramie who thought I was Trixi. He insisted that I had met him last year and gave him my name and number but the number was no good when he called.

Trixi and I don't look much alike. She was gone by the time he says he met her. It wasn't me because I would have remembered a name like that. Maybe he was confused or never told me his name. So much of my life is a mystery. I wonder what it is like to live a normal boring existence.