Have any of you ever been recognized by someone in a public venue, and then discover the reason they recognized you was because they read your blog?? Yeah, me neither.
Until last night, that is.
So, I’m at the Eagle enjoying the 3-4-1 Happy Hour when suddenly this guy comes up to me all smiling. This is a paraphrase of the conversation as I remember it:
Stalker Guy: “Are YOU cb??
SG: Of the “Mangina Monologues?”
cb: Why, yes I am.
SG: I was standing with my friends when you walked by and I said, “Oh my God- I think that’s cb! He writes this blog– I have to go talk to him!” I recognized your D&G glasses!
cb: Cool- well, it’s…
SG: Loved your post on Cell Phone Etiquette… and the snarky post today!
cb: Wow, so you do read it! I’m glad you…
SG: I read your blog every morning to start my day! I also read Kyle’s too! But I’m your number one fan…
And then he started twirling around screaming “Misery’s ALIVE! Misery’s ALIVE!!!
(There’s that damn snarky one-liner business again!)
Actually Matt (I hope this is his name– I HAD had a few beers) was a very nice guy. He even let me take his pic which I fully disclosed was going on the blog along with this story:
This is Matt being all cheeky. Sorry about the Cybill Shepard haze effect. This was taken with my iPhone and out on the smoker’s patio.
And he really wasn’t very stalkerish at all; I made that up. It was actually fun and rather flattering to meet someone who actually reads and enjoys my blog and was heretofor unknown to me. And this fucker REALLY reads the blog too.
We talked about the fact that I cut my own hair. He asked about my fold-upable bike. It was like running into a good friend, but a good friend that I knew absolutely nothing about.
It was completely ego-inflating yet marginally creepy at the same time.
It was also a bit unfathomable, as I get like maybe 400 visits to my blog on a daily basis. And that’s on a good day. And these 400 people are scattered about the globe. And then to have one of them turn up at a bar that I semi-frequent…
Small world huh?
Either that or he is a stalker. And if he is, he wouldn’t be my first. I’ve gotten rid of two stalkers before and I can do it again. I’m not sayin’ Mr. Matt… I’m just sayin’.
Matt (hopefully your name so the police will have an easier time finding you with the above photo), it was lovely to meet you and your friends at the bar. I will definitely say hi to you whenever I see you from now on.
And because you are going to be reading this, I do have a request. PLEASE DON’T HOBBLE ME! I really have very delicate ankles. Plus then I’ll never tell you if Ian and Windthorne finally get together in the last chapter.
And would it kill you to leave comment once in a while??
Update: Dear Mr. Police Officers– apparently his name is “Alex” not Matt. Sorry about that.