To Meet, or Not To Meet...

It recently dawned on me that of all those listed under "Person I'd Like Most to Meet", there are no females, which was completely unintnentional, rather relative to the kind of mood I was in when I answered the question. This weekend I watched Hope Floats and realized that it would be pretty cool to chill w/Sandra Bullock. I really enjoy the roles shes decided to take, and although Im mainly speaking of the dippy chick flick bs, I must admit that Ive enjoyed them thoroughly, especially 28 Days and While You Were Sleeping, in addition to the afore mentioned, Hope Floats.

I mostly appreciate the theme of the normal, smart, funny, not hideous single woman who just hasnt quite figured her stuff out yet. Although she is hard on herself, from the outside you see that shes got more of it together than she gives herself credit for. And it doesnt take a psychiatrist to figure out why I have such an affinity for those types of movies. But its not just that because in the articles Ive read about her, she seems like a read stand-up lady with her feet firmly planted on the ground. Thats really the only criteria on which I based the list: does someone seem interesting and intelligent enough that I would want to share a couple of hours with them? Not the requisite "Ohhh, if I only had two hours alone with that hottie...."

Now that I really thinking about it, thats also what I focus on in real life when meeting new people. (A tad telling that I do not have many acquaintances, and even fewer close friends.) Ha ha! But when meeting celebrities, Ive always hoped that Im not the type to get all giddy, or wide-eyed, or even worse, snooty. Honestly I dont know how Id react because Ive never actually met a celebrity. There was one incident when I was at the Warped Tour a few years ago and the lead singer of Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Dicky Barrett, was waiting by a booth specifically to meet his fans. Being in San Antonio where metal, tejano, and country are more the standard (ska-punk, not so much), there wasnt really anyone there.

My ex was encouraging me to go up and speak with him, but I just had nothing to say to him. He wasnt really someone I wanted to meet in that way. I mean, I could have done the requisite "I love your music", but that felt trite, and quite honestly what I really wanted to say was something along the lines of "I want to hear you say my name in my ear with your hard, gravelly voice, and feel what its like to press myself against your broad chest while putting my arms around your ample middle so that I can fully enjoy the juxtaposition between male softness and strength that I crave" (I do love the tummies), but I'm not convinced that my ex would have appreciated that. And so I never did, even though I could see that Dicky had noticed my struggle and was looking at me in a "Hey, come see me baby, how bad could I be?" way.

Its difficult to say whether or not I regret it. It was once said that the only thing you ever truly regret are not the things youve failed at, but the things which you have not tried. Eh. Though I am unsure of what that encounter would have yielded, I can still jam to the MMB, and when I'm alone and feeling frisky, I still have that Dicky fantasy to keep me company. (Rowrrr) :-)