Fantasy vs. Reality

We all have fantasies of meeting Robert Pattinson. I have several (I like variety *wink*) fantasies of meeting HHH all tucked away for special occasions like bedtime...and morning...and ...
What? Oh yeah, blogging about my perfect meeting with Rob. I'm going to share one and you should feel free to share yours in the comments.

So, I'm at the bar, right? Ordering myself a beer when I turn around too quickly and slam into someone. My eyes scan up his body. (I am only 4' 11") I gasp when I realize it is Rob. He smirks. I apologize. He smiles. I smile, and remember who I am. "Hi, itsjustme, (LOL) it is nice to meet you. Let me buy you a beer." I order the beer and ask if he would like to hear a joke. He raises an eyebrow and nods. I wanna impress him so I make it a dirty joke. Dirty enough that I lean in to whisper it in his ear. He laughs. I hand him his beer and our fingers touch. I say that I hope he has a great night and walk away. He's so intrigued by my nonchalance, he calls out for me and asks me to join him. The next morning headlines read, "Rob Pattinson leaves bar with beautiful, mystery woman."

Now the reality of the non-existant meeting is that I am not as cool and suave in RL as I am in fantasies. Anybody else?

Here is how it would really play out.
So, I'm at the bar, right? I order myself a beer and spin around quickly bumping into someone and dropping my beer on his foot. The beer spills all over him. He jumps back favoring the hurt foot. My eyes travel up his body to his face. He's looking at me like I'm an idiot. When I realize it is Rob, I start stammering apologies and fall to my knees cleaning the beer off his shoes with my shirt tale. Then, I'm pulled away by a bodyguard, blushing and panting. This would be when I lose consciousness and wake up with a crowd around me, 9-1-1 on the way, and no sign of Rob.

The next morning the pap lines read, "Twichick goes crazy and hits Robert Pattinson with beer bottle."

Have a Robtastic week everyone!