Times Square "Fairy" Tale

Sometimes my life resembles the plot of romantic comedies where gorgeous celebrities fall in love with equally gorgeous regular people.

Names have been changed to protect the quasi-famous.

Name of Date: Sexy McSing to Me
Date #:1
Age: 22
Looks Like: the boy next door mixed with "don't ever stop touching me"
Occupation: A Tony-Nomniated Broadway Performer
Where We Met: Through a friend of a friend of a friend...
What Happened: After getting his info through the six degrees of gay separation, I finally worked up the nerve to contact him. I'd been dying to see the show he was starring in, so I planned a trip to NYC and told him I'd be at the show that day. He writes back and says that he'll put me on the list and I should come up to his dressing room after the show. Sigh. I walked around bragging about it for the next week.

So I got in my car and made the trek. I had carefully planned the sexiest/warmest/least pit stain showing outfit I could. It was a challenge. I sweat, A LOT. Just fyi.

I make it to NYC, get the ticket and then obsess for a little while over what might happen in the next couple of hours. I have wanted to meet him for ages, and now we're actually going to hang out?! Its like if I was a 12 year old girl (or confused boy) and Zac Efron told me he wanted to kiss me.
ON THE LIPS!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OmG ZsC EFrON Is GOiNg TOo B MY bF & WeRE GoNNa MakE HSM bABIEz. EFf U, VaNsSsA hUdGENzXZz!

So I see the show, and its amazing. He is stunning and brilliant. Of course. I walk to the stage door after and after 5 minutes of deciding how to do this, I timidly tell the bouncer/bodyguard/bored-looking guy that I'm supposed to meet Sexy McSing to Me. I should be on the list. He checks. I am. He tells me "up the stair, 2nd floor, to the right."

My knees are shaking as I climb the stairs. I'm sweating profusely. There is no way I'll make it there looking like a normal person. My hair is messed up. I'm grinning like an idiot. "Play it cool" is not an option.

I see his dressing room and knock. "Come in." I walk in and there he is in all his "do me now" glory; writing in a journal. His face lights up and he says "hey!!!" we exchange the normal pleasantries and I tell him how incredible I think he is. We sit in his dressing room for a while and just chat. I cannot believe this is happening. I suddenly realize how ridiculous I must look and apologize for my dishevled appearance. He says "no. you look cute. don't worry about it."

I could have died. Sexy McSing to Me just told me I looked cute. I looked cute despite the pit stains, and bad hair and... oh no... the beard. for some stupid reason i haven't shaved in a while because i think growing a beard is a good idea. I'm meeting him while i have a beard? I officially have no friends. No REAL friends who have let me go meet him with a grizzly man beard. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?

He doesn't seem to care (which is adorable) and takes me on a tour of the theatre. Introduces me to everyone as his "friend." Its amazing and ends too soon. He has another show that evening so he has to go eat and warm up. But not before giving me a private concert on stage as he sings one of the songs from the show. I'm beaming. He is wonderful. We leave through the stage door and he gives me a big hug in front of all the screaming fans. I felt famous and gorgeous and glamorous. I went home planning a broadway-themed wedding; absolutely certain we'll end up together.

Gained Points For: Being a Tony Nominee!!! Seriously, thats hot. He was also attentive, sweet, and completely focused on me.

Lost Points For: Only having an hour to spend with me. I wanted so many more. Many many many more. In bed... I mean....

Mistakes I Made: NOT SHAVING MY EFFING BEARD! Poor choice, Tim, poor choice.

Chances For Another Date: I will pray to every diety (except the Indian ones, cause I can't pronounce there names, for reals, get a nickname) that there will be many many more.

Overall Score: A