noun
1. someone who walks with long stiff strides
2. someone who stalks game
3. someone who prowls or sneaks about; usually with unlawful intentions
This is the back of MICHAEL CERA's head and a little bit of his face. It was captured on my phone because I was sitting a mere row behind him for the premiere of Paper Heart at Sundance. I have harboured a massive crush on him since his days of Arrested Development. I've stalked him through Juno and Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (both of which I hated, not because of him, but because of everything else) and now, I've stalked him at Sundance. However, when my moment of truth arrived, and I had the chance to have my picture taken with him, (which Andrew generously offered to take since I'd been hyperventilating during the whole film) I made a hideous decision. Instead of stepping up next to him and planting a big wet one on his precious face, I got really shy because I was worried he would think I was creepy. So I missed my big chance, and in retrospect, I realise I've made the biggest mistake of my life. A) I'll probably never see Michael Cera again, and B) since I'm never seeing him again, who cares if he thinks I'm creepy?
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I had a very similar experience while working the 2002 Salt Lake City Winter Olympics.
While I was shopping with some friends in the Official Olympic store, who should walk in, but the Barenaked Ladies.
I had just gotten off a shift volunteering my time in the Olympic Village so I was still in my uniform. The bass player, Jim Creegan, saunters up to me and asks me some questions about the Olympics - assuming I was knowledgable. I quickly realized who he was, answered his question, and glanced around to discover that the only people in the store were the Barenaked Ladies, my friends, and me.
I panicked, wandered around aimlessly, building up the courage to ask for a picture, when a security gaurd snuck up behind me and said, "Let 'em shop m'am."
I was so horrified that he saw my obvious obsession that I didn't ask for a picture, autograph, or makeout - even though they had to hang around the back of the store for ten minutes waiting for security to clear the area.
It is one of my great regrets in life.
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