There’s probably no way to get yall to believe this is true, but here goes…
I can’t tell yall who he is, but you would indeed know him. I had to write this *very* carefully.
So I went to law school in a very large city where celebrity sightings weren’t uncommon. I had never really run into anyone I particularly cared about until one fateful day during finals when I realized I had just gone 14 hours without eating and needed breakfast to survive.
I quite literally threw on sweatpants and my ex-boyfriend’s fraternity t-shirt with no bra. I don’t think I even ran a brush through my hair and almost certainly hadn’t brushed my teeth. My hands were stained with highlighter and I even brought my notecards to practice as I waited in line.
My point is this: I looked like a god damned lunatic when this occurred.
So I’m in line to get a breakfast sandwich and hadn’t even looked up from my Crim Pro flashcards when I hear a vaguely familiar laugh behind me. I turned around and low-and-behold, it was *him* (“Celebrity”). I had been a fan for years and my jaw dropped as soon as I realized.