The Dork Factor
In case some of you haven’t been paying close enough attention to just how much of a dork I can be, I have more evidence. You’re welcome.
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The first time I met him, I realized that he looked instantly familiar to me.
The second time I met him, I told him that.
“You look familiar to me,” I said. Because, uh, I have a way with words.
“Everyone says that to me. I’m just That Guy,” he said.
“Recognizable Guy?”
“Yeah.”
“No, like, I KNOW YOU KNOW YOU,” I said, not at all scaring him.
“Uh…”
“Have you done any shows I might have seen?”
He kept insisting that there was NO WAY I could’ve seen the shows he’d done and NO WAY I’d remember him if I did because he didn’t have a large role, etc. etc. He listed one and then another and I abruptly cut him off.
“OH MY GOD!!!!” I screamed in the kitchen. “YOU ARE [INSERT NAME HERE]!!!”
“Yes??” he offered meekly.
“I SAW YOU IN LES MISERABLES, 10th ANNIVERSARY CAST, BROADWAY, 1998!!!!!!”
*sputter, strange look*
“How…do you know that?”
“BECAUSE I SAW YOU IN IT!!!!”
“I know but…like…I was in the ensemble.“
“Dude, you have no idea what a music theatre geek I was. I probably had your name and bio memorized by the time I walked back to Penn Station.”
“Holy.”
“OMGGGGGGGG I BET I HAVE A PLAYBILL AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE WITH YOU IN IT!”
“Somehow I don’t doubt that.”
“I SAW YOU IN A BROADWAY SHOW!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA!”
“Not only that,” he said. “You remembered me ten years later.“
“Welcome to the apartment,” I said.
“Good to be here.”
He then went into his room and locked the door.
I do not blame him.
I’m not sure that “dork” quite accurately describes it.
HAHAHAH
You are amazing.
Geek? Nerd? Loser? Obsessive weirdo
DUUUDE! Please send me an e-mail of this poor man’s name, because God knows I know him too and not only have the Playbill, but also the bootleg and the autographed headshot as well (ahhh, the many times I wrote to people at the Imperial Theatre!).
What the fuck was WRONG with us?!
-Andrea
I think you should really go over the top and go by the outside of his locked door and sign, “On My Own” to him, lol.
That would be SING. You could sign, but he won’t notice, unless he feels a your presence behind closed doors.
… which would definitely make him the creepy one.
As I have said a thousand times, “I just give birth to them, I don’t explain them.”
*sigh* Can’t all that memory be translated into SOMETHING?
Andrea - I emailed you! HUZZAH!
Andrew - I definitely signed On My Own behind the door but apparently he didn’t feel my presence since he didn’t notice.
Mom - That memory has already been translated into something glorious - MUSIC THEATRE TRIVIA.
testing…
Okay, sorry I was the anonymous because my livejournal won’t let me post under my name. It’s Andrew! I don’t know if you get a notification of new replies to old posts, but I thought I try.
Speaking of your roommates, I saw your touring one in Legally Blonde tonight. We chatted quickly at the stage door and he seems to be doing well and I think he’s kicking butt in the show. Also, speaking of signing songs, I was sitting front row, far right and the deaf interpreters were signing right by me. The woman on my left (who could hear mind you) kept quickly glancing over at them for periods of time. I wanted to say, “You know you could learn more watching things on stage, they are doing a lot of cool stuff…”