We were late. Damn Jason and his ridiculous need to do his hair.
But then I glanced across the street -- and there she was. Did I alert the lads? Hell no. I danced out into traffic like a girly version of Frogger, dodged the cars and ended up safely on the other side, smoothing my skirt and calming myself as I walked up.

Now, I'm decently outgoing normally but when it comes to people who impress me I become curiously and ridiculously shy. I tend to forget how to speak and just go all wallflowery, but thanks to a combination of alcohol and OHMYGOD I was about to break out of my habit of awkward nervousness. I was going to approach. Me! Approach! And not get lightheaded!

I walked up, smiled. Said something like along the lines of 'Just wanted to say I've been a fan for years' and managed not to garble any of it.

She smiled, thanked me, and we started talking. By then, the boys had spotted me and joined us, and about an hour later I was drinking with Deb Googe and wondering how on earth my clumsy little self had managed it. She was just as awesome as one might imagine, too.

No great journey or desperate measures here, just a painfully shy fangirl deciding to seize the moment and not making a complete mess out of it for once!
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 22:13, Reply)