Egg On My Facebook‏

That was so embarrassing. I just (9.25ish PM*) left work. I had to walk past this guy, a comedian friend of a friend, who although I've been in his company a couple of times and seen several of his shows I wouldn't say I actual know him or that we are friends. And yet ladies and gentlemen for some reason I thought I'd ask to be his friend on Facebook this very afternoon. Okay I sort of had a crush on him. Besides the blonde hair he seemed like the kind of guy I'd like to date. I think the kind my mum wouldn't mind me bringing home. Funny, clever, a bit of a show off but that comes with the job, portly (in a Hancock kind of way) therefore one would assume a fan of food. He has so many friends on Facebook that I thought I'd be able to slip under the radar as well.

Today I had to hang around for my keys to start my shift, very annoying. Our room is opposite a storage room that gets transformed into a venue during the Comedy Festival. A bit awkward at times, from memory of last year's festival. Anyway the walls are covered in posters advertising acts. I finally noticed one for the aforementioned comedian; he's performing at the Town Hall. "That's interesting." I didn't think any more of it. Maybe I might see him around. I didn't think it would be tonight!

I really had to go to the loo after my shift, even though it involved the temporary but necessary removal of my tight black jeans. (As hot as this day ended up being what was I thinking when I picked those pants!?) I HAD to pass him. Twice as it turned out. If I was a different type of person - a brave person - I would have asked him if he's checked his Facebook lately. Imagining him asking "Why?" And me replying "Oh no reason." Even if I was brave enough to do that I still think I would blush when talking to him directly. (We sat next to each other one time at a Sunday pub gathering he used to host but I don't think we excahnged any words. He mistook me for a man whilst telling me off for my lack of audience participation at one of his shows that was "a guide to being a gentleman." So embarrassing! My sister told him "That's not very gentlemanly Andrew." Good for her! He said it was a mistake, the stage lights in his eyes, etc. I haven't seen him since but I was thinking about seeing this year's show, before any of this happened tonight).

I got into the disabled cubicle and did what I had to do. I thought "Thank God I'm wearing sunglasses and doing my Hollywood pose in my current profile pic [below]." He won't recognize me now. I was sweaty, but let's face it, gorgeous nonetheless. [Hmm, just joking?] I did wash my face as I often do after work. I do think I look pretty just after washing it. I don't know why. Perhaps just "fresh" and my eyelashes look nice wet.

I think he did look at me on my way out if the toilet (if not before). What if he does recognize me? Accepting my friend request if not today than some time during the festival? Fuck! Embarrassing. I did write a short note saying where I'd been with him in a social context. Years ago now but still...!

*Just getting this comedy gold out on my tram ride home. Got to love my iPod touch. Thanks Terry honey! Mawh!!!

P.S. I double checked my email, we are not friends. You know what else I like about iPods? Shuffle. I swear the last song on my way home was Michael Bublé’s Haven’t Met You Yet and I quote “I guess it's half timing/And the other half's luck/Wherever you are /Whenever it's right /You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.” Aww Michael! I have to say I don’t mind the Bublé either.

P.P.S. Sorry for not saying a hi and welcome to you bobjuan23 but I can’t access your blog/info so I don’t feel I know you. Thanks for being a follower. The strangers are always a special edition.