Post by mrsbutler on Oct 21, 2010 23:19:17 GMT -5
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OK, you asked for it. I wrote this on February 25, 2010, when I got home that night (so forgive how sappy it is, but I was so filled with love for this man):
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My gut told me he would be there; and I was the first one to see him. Long, tall and gorgeous. Red and white baseball cap; gray t-shirt; black jacket; baggy jeans. The face was unmistakable. I would notice that beautiful scruff anywhere.
Once he was done schmoozing, he went to settle in his seat. He was two rows behind me. I didn’t want to draw attention to him so I whispered his name loud enough for him to hear. And he did.
He turned toward his name and smiled wide when he saw me. He waved to me and my son, and my friend. I think he spoke; I don’t remember. I just remember getting that warm feeling rush through my core. A combination of fear and excitement. The whole reason I drove 3 hours to LA was standing only about 7 feet from me, two rows up, behind a half wall – that he almost fell backwards over. My beautiful hero. What a klutz.
He makes me laugh, and it makes me love him even more. He put on his 3D glasses and asked me, “Do these look sexy?” We laughed and I told him, sarcastically, that they did.
It was impossible to concentrate on the movie at first. He was behind me. I could feel him. I knew he was there. My mind traveled from the movie to thoughts of what he was doing. Finally, I settled in and got into the movie.
After it was over, and I mean, immediately after it was over, I turned around to see him. I had to. He was sitting like he did in a scene from Phantom of the Opera. Elbows on his knees; hands in prayer position pressed to his lips. Hat and 3D glasses still on. He was into it. I turned back around in time to see his name in the credits and I hooted. Probably shouldn’t have but it escaped me. I don’t even think he noticed.
Finally people started to leave. I looked back again and he was hugging his people. His manager; friends. He was happy and proud. I stayed in the theater, and I wasn’t leaving until he did. He didn’t look our way at all, very into being the star in the VIP lounge. Finally he started to walk toward the exit, and so did I. I caught him at the edge, and we held hands for a moment.
He squeezed my hand when I told him how much I liked the movie. That opened the gates for him to pontificate about how much he liked it; the changes that were made; how much money he thought it would make. He knows Ill listen. He knows he can talk to me about anything. I tried to mention a breast joke in the movie, but he didn’t want to talk to me about silly things. No. To me, a friend and fan, he wanted to talk about real things.
I asked if he would be at the premiere and he said yes. I joked that I couldn’t come see him in New York so he had to be there. He said he would. I said I would see him in three weeks and we said good-bye.
Until we were downstairs.
I probably should have left, but I didn’t. Standing with the other fans, I stalled until he came downstairs. He came over and hugged the three other women. It looked like I was going to be overlooked so I said, “Hey I didn’t get one of those.” And then I did, and I kissed him on the cheek. He feels so good, strong, soft. It aches to let him go.
He talked to the group about the movie, but didn’t say the things he told me upstairs. Just generic stuff about money and that kids will like it. I don’t really remember what else because sometimes I just look at him, drink him in.
It was picture time, and he took a lot with kids and their families. We waited our turns. Let the kids go first. Then my son; then the other girls; then me and my friend. And standing with his arm around me, I wanted to melt right into his side. I put my hand on his tummy and I could feel the soft fur underneath the thin material of the t-shirt. His belly was flat but soft, and I moved my hand slightly so I could feel the hair just a bit more. He never moves away from me. He knows he can trust me. We took the pic, and he looks so happy. And if you notice, he’s slightly leaning toward me. I can’t help but notice something like that.
We all said goodbye and it was so hard to walk away from him. I wanted to stay inside his gravitational pull. I never want to be without him, but the reality is is that we live in two different worlds. But when our worlds collide, it’s the best feeling.
I miss him already, but I know I’ll see him in 3 weeks. For a few seconds then. But this night, February 25th 2010, was one of the best nights of my life. He makes me happy and also makes my heart hurt at the same time.
OK, you asked for it. I wrote this on February 25, 2010, when I got home that night (so forgive how sappy it is, but I was so filled with love for this man):
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My gut told me he would be there; and I was the first one to see him. Long, tall and gorgeous. Red and white baseball cap; gray t-shirt; black jacket; baggy jeans. The face was unmistakable. I would notice that beautiful scruff anywhere.
Once he was done schmoozing, he went to settle in his seat. He was two rows behind me. I didn’t want to draw attention to him so I whispered his name loud enough for him to hear. And he did.
He turned toward his name and smiled wide when he saw me. He waved to me and my son, and my friend. I think he spoke; I don’t remember. I just remember getting that warm feeling rush through my core. A combination of fear and excitement. The whole reason I drove 3 hours to LA was standing only about 7 feet from me, two rows up, behind a half wall – that he almost fell backwards over. My beautiful hero. What a klutz.
He makes me laugh, and it makes me love him even more. He put on his 3D glasses and asked me, “Do these look sexy?” We laughed and I told him, sarcastically, that they did.
It was impossible to concentrate on the movie at first. He was behind me. I could feel him. I knew he was there. My mind traveled from the movie to thoughts of what he was doing. Finally, I settled in and got into the movie.
After it was over, and I mean, immediately after it was over, I turned around to see him. I had to. He was sitting like he did in a scene from Phantom of the Opera. Elbows on his knees; hands in prayer position pressed to his lips. Hat and 3D glasses still on. He was into it. I turned back around in time to see his name in the credits and I hooted. Probably shouldn’t have but it escaped me. I don’t even think he noticed.
Finally people started to leave. I looked back again and he was hugging his people. His manager; friends. He was happy and proud. I stayed in the theater, and I wasn’t leaving until he did. He didn’t look our way at all, very into being the star in the VIP lounge. Finally he started to walk toward the exit, and so did I. I caught him at the edge, and we held hands for a moment.
He squeezed my hand when I told him how much I liked the movie. That opened the gates for him to pontificate about how much he liked it; the changes that were made; how much money he thought it would make. He knows Ill listen. He knows he can talk to me about anything. I tried to mention a breast joke in the movie, but he didn’t want to talk to me about silly things. No. To me, a friend and fan, he wanted to talk about real things.
I asked if he would be at the premiere and he said yes. I joked that I couldn’t come see him in New York so he had to be there. He said he would. I said I would see him in three weeks and we said good-bye.
Until we were downstairs.
I probably should have left, but I didn’t. Standing with the other fans, I stalled until he came downstairs. He came over and hugged the three other women. It looked like I was going to be overlooked so I said, “Hey I didn’t get one of those.” And then I did, and I kissed him on the cheek. He feels so good, strong, soft. It aches to let him go.
He talked to the group about the movie, but didn’t say the things he told me upstairs. Just generic stuff about money and that kids will like it. I don’t really remember what else because sometimes I just look at him, drink him in.
It was picture time, and he took a lot with kids and their families. We waited our turns. Let the kids go first. Then my son; then the other girls; then me and my friend. And standing with his arm around me, I wanted to melt right into his side. I put my hand on his tummy and I could feel the soft fur underneath the thin material of the t-shirt. His belly was flat but soft, and I moved my hand slightly so I could feel the hair just a bit more. He never moves away from me. He knows he can trust me. We took the pic, and he looks so happy. And if you notice, he’s slightly leaning toward me. I can’t help but notice something like that.
We all said goodbye and it was so hard to walk away from him. I wanted to stay inside his gravitational pull. I never want to be without him, but the reality is is that we live in two different worlds. But when our worlds collide, it’s the best feeling.
I miss him already, but I know I’ll see him in 3 weeks. For a few seconds then. But this night, February 25th 2010, was one of the best nights of my life. He makes me happy and also makes my heart hurt at the same time.
Sounds so sordid; too bad it's not. 
It was VERY well written!!!
