Neil Gaiman likes my t-shirt
The Neil Gaiman interaction went something like this:
Me: Hi! inconsequential blather
Neil: Polite reciprocal blather
[Neil signs copies of his books for moi]
Me: Thanks!
Neil: I like your shirt.
Having just typed the exchange out, it has a certain Bridget Jones/Daniel Cleaver vibe ('p.s. I like your tits in that top') except of course Neil isn't pervy and is much too respectable to overtly ogle one's breasts in such an inappropriate manner. Ahem.
Neil wasn't the only one who commented on my top that day... The lesson of this tale ladies is that geeky guys are weak for an Andy Warhol quote stretched across one's sizable chest.
[mood: busy
]
[music: You Are the Moon || The Hush Sound]
Me: Hi! inconsequential blather
Neil: Polite reciprocal blather
[Neil signs copies of his books for moi]
Me: Thanks!
Neil: I like your shirt.
Having just typed the exchange out, it has a certain Bridget Jones/Daniel Cleaver vibe ('p.s. I like your tits in that top') except of course Neil isn't pervy and is much too respectable to overtly ogle one's breasts in such an inappropriate manner. Ahem.
Neil wasn't the only one who commented on my top that day... The lesson of this tale ladies is that geeky guys are weak for an Andy Warhol quote stretched across one's sizable chest.
[mood: busy
]
[music: You Are the Moon || The Hush Sound]