A Spoonful of Perspective Helps the Medicine Go Down

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.

Friday's Foto Finish Fiesta - The Fan Letter

Today's Fx4 post is sponsored by the letter "C". "C" is for CRAZY, which could best describe my frame of mind when I decided to regress to age 14 and write a fan letter to Robert Pattinson.

Yes, you read that correctly. I wrote a fan letter to Rob Pattinson...and I liked it.

It was a 2 page, typed letter. A letter talking about how much I admire his musical chops and acting prowess. A letter explaining our common issue of "diarrhea of the mouth." A letter explaining why he & I would be such good friends.

And I didn't just stop at the letter. I sent a card too. A witty card. A card that will stop him in his tracks and make him say "I need to talk to this incredibly fun girl."

And now I wait.

Rob, can you hear me?

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