C’mon. Someone. Try it. See if you can find ANYTHING related to me. Sometimes this Jane Doe syndrome, otherwise known as Jen Smith, is interesting, I can hide from potential suitors. Although, as potential suitors soon find out, there is little out there to hide, (see previous blog about growing up moral because I thought I needed to in order to run for President someday) and get me drinking and it all comes out anyhow.

Sometimes frustrating.

Like when I have a flat tire and I call the 1-800 Saturn hotline and bam…there are 20 Jennifer Smiths in Buffalo who OWN SATURNS!

Or when I went to the doctor for my annual physical a few years ago and the nurse practitioner asked me if I was still talking “med #1, med #2, med #3” and I had no idea what they were…prior ear infection? After a concerned look of mild-I cant confront this issue-terror on her face, she tells me to ask my doctor.

“Doctor, what are those meds listed in my chart for?”

“Oh, dear…they are for, well, STD’s..this is the WRONG JENNIFER SMITH. They put the information in your file by accident, and I even have you flagged.” Uh YEAH, GOOD GIRL JEN!!!! Geez! Mortified.