Let me tell you a story. One time, when I was in college in Boston, I went to a free screening of I Love You, Man. Jason Segel and Paul Rudd were there to meet fans, sign posters and take pictures. Now, I love Paul Rudd. I love him so very much. And I was going to nail my interaction with Paul Rudd– he would realize that I was the one for him, and he would leave his family and everything he knew to be with me, a screenwriting major living with two roommates in Central Square.
Well, reader, I met Paul Rudd that night. We chatted as I glowed, and I touched his very soft sweater, and we took a picture. He swept me off my feet and out of the theater, and years later he’s sitting next to me as I type this, rubbing my feet and feeding my grapes.
OK, I’m lying! It didn’t go exactly like that. I sputtered and told him I loved one of his more obscure movies, and he was like, “You saw that?!” and I was like, “YesyouweresogreatyouaresogreatIjustloveyouImeanIloveditalot.” At the time, I thought I was cool as a cucumber, but looking back, I was a total spaz. Meeting celebrities sometimes make us say and do dumb things. These are those stories.