Wouldn't you be happy if you saw this fiiiiiine hunk of man meat?

Jul 07, 2007 17:47



I saw Nathan Fillion on Tuesday morning, in the JetBlue terminal at JFK. His appearance was the first in a series of events that left me feeling a little like I had fallen into the Twilight Zone.

BUT, I bet the majority of you do not know who Nathan Fillion is, as I have recognized with sadness from sharing my story (to any poor sap stuck listening) over the past few days. He's a self-described Nearly Famous Actor who starred in the underappreciated show Firefly on FOX, as well as its film conclusion Serenity. He was also in Slither, a great comic horror flick, and White Noise 2, which may not have been so great. He's also taken bit roles on several TV shows, including Lost and Buffy. Recently he starred in the romantic comedy Waitress, which might finally catapault him out of the "nearly" category. In conclusion, he's intelligent, funny, and terribly hot. Valididate me - say you've heard of him and that he's incredible and that you're very jealous because I saw him for 10 seconds. Honesty is not all it's cracked up to be.

I had been striding up and down the terminal trying to regain warmth in my extremities, when I crossed glances with him and recognition set in. My face must have been typical for fan sightings, as it shifted rapidly from frozen shock to certainty to crazed joy. Eventually I let out a laugh and a "Heeeeeey." (Don't judge me, I lack oral eloquence.) We nodded, him quite seriously. I imagine there are few traveling horrors comparable to being trapped in a waiting room by an enthusiastic fan with endless Firefly questions/theories.

I went on my merry way beaming like an idiot and with impaired sensory cognition. A few seconds later my inattention necessitated some evasive contortions when I almost ran into hurried passenger. In my bubbly state, I giggled and apologized.

There was a JetBlue employee watching me lunging out of the way, and he nodded sagely. "You looking good, girl," he observed. This is not something that happens to me often and led to more imbalanced giggles. Bald men seem to be the biggest fans of my shaved head...

Nathan Fillion lives 80 miles from me and I see him in NYC - go figure. Guess I need to get serious and camp out the Starbucks in Westwood. Why am I wasting the best of my celebrity-sighting days working a steady job?

los angeles, travel

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