It's been a very exciting week around my neck of the woods. And before you ask the question that has been plaguing me for almost a week now, let me just get that out of the way. NO. I didn't meet him. I'm not going to meet him. I've stopped trying to meet him. Now, let's back up a step shall we.
For those of you who know me "in real life" or have been following this blog for more than a year, you are well aware of my intense admiration of a one Robert Pattinson. He's talented. He's tall. He's brooding. He's British. Oh my, swoon!
Suffice it to say that when I discovered that his latest movie, Water for Elephants, was going to be shooting scenes about 15 minutes from my house, well, my heart stopped for a moment. Could it be? Was I actually going to have the opportunity to see my crush in person? NO WAY!!
And then I started to hatch my plan. It involved guilting a couple of wonderful girlfriends into stalking the poor guy with me on 2 separate evenings. And they were such good sports. And I really appreciate them indulging my teenage fantasy, despite the fact that we came up empty handed with no Rob in sight.
When we got to day 3 of the "search for Rob", I even enlisted my husband into the quest for an autograph. And he reluctantly went on his mission, probably more so I would shut the hell up about this guy already. Mission failed. No autograph obtained.
As day 4 arrived, I really started to think about this whole quest and how silly I was beginning to feel. I was unwilling to go look for Rob by myself and I had to ask myself "why". I started to have flashbacks about the time that I met another object of my affection. I had lusted after the actor, River Phoenix, for most of my tween/teen years when he arrived in town for a benefit concert. And he wasn't leaving town without my meeting him and getting an autograph, which I did. And he was a jerk. And it completely burst my bubble. Did I really want the same outcome with my latest crush?
The final straw came when a friend of a friend actually did meet Rob while he was here. And she was so disappointed. And I breathed a huge sigh of relief that my bubble was still intact. The dream is still alive. And I can still admire the pictures, enjoy the movies and imagine him just like this.
Yeah, I can live with that. And I'm sure Rob would like it that way too.
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