Tama and I share a common affliction — we both make absolute idiots of ourselves in front of childhood heroes.
The first, and only (so far) time I got to go to San Diego Comic Con, I was 18 and attending with friends. In the car, we idly pawed through the brochures and talked “what ifs.” My friend asked, “Who would you most like to see?”
“Oh…I don’t know…Carla Speed McNiel, but that would never happen. She’s one of my biggest inspirations, but there’s no way she’s –”
“HEY, LOOK WHO HAS A BOOTH THERE!” my friend interrupted, showing me the space where the creator I had idolized since I was 13 would be. After I got over my heart-attack, I resolved to go there.
Years later, I still wish I hadn’t. Or, alternatively, that I could go back in time and throttle my awkward teenage self.
My first mistake was breathing. Namely, forgetting to do so, followed by hyperventilating when the oxygen ran out. Then there was the shaking, and being forcibly elbowed in the gut by my friend to remind me to give Carla a shoddy business card I had printed out. To this day, I can’t remember a word that I said. We walked away, and after five minutes of shock I turned to my friend in horror.
“I pretty much made an absolute idiot of myself, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” she said with chagrin. “You pretty much did.”
I can only pray that Carla forgot everything about that entire encounter.
Have you ever met somebody you admired? What was your experience like? (Hopefully it was better than mine!!)