We were at the library the other day…

My husband got out of the vehicle to run in our books that were due while L and I sat and waited. As he left, he says, “Don’t let anyone steal you, especially that dude over there.” “Mmkay,” I said, not even glancing to where he was looking, knowing that mostly my husband can be full of crapola.

I shifted in my seat, letting my butt slide down and tilting my head back. It had been one of the first (of the few) “good days” since I’d gotten all pregnant and such. I began to scan the parking lot, from where we were parked to the door which Steven just entered. And there he was. A guy my age that I didn’t know from Adam. He’d been watching me, and as soon as he saw my eyes pass his way, his posture changed, jerking upright from resting on his elbows. A huge grin erupted across his face, and he waved a very excited wave. In 2.3 seconds, I went through every person I’d ever met in my life (that I could recall), and concluded that I did not know this boy.

But he knew me.

I checked the visor for some sunglasses as I came to the conclusion that he must be my first ever fan. I HAD to have sunglasses if I was going to be a big deal, but no dice. Sigh.

Shortly after, Steven arrived back at the SUV door. “We should probably go,” I said. “This parking lot is no longer secure, I just spotted a fan. It’ll be seconds before everyone realizes who I am and the paparazzi arrives.” Steven smirked, ” I don’t doubt he’s a fan, but I doubt he reads your blog.”

“I’m pretty much a big deal,” I said, waving my hand through the air.

We rounded the parking lot and made our way towards the exit – where the guy happened to be standing by his (or someone’s ) car. He twisted his body around, tracking our vehicle with his eyes. “He probably just wants my autograph,” I said.

Steven laughed, “Yeh, in Cool Whip.”

“Shut up.”

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