A"Rated R" Night

No, big hot guy and I didn't have a date, and we didn't have "quality time" together. But I did have a most exciting encounter one night last week. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm quite interested in celebrities. Okay, okay, I'm obsessed with the glossy covers of celebrity magazines and the myriad of gossip sites on the Internet. I love to know about people's lives, and famous people, well, they're the best. So, imagine my glee when I went grocery shopping (this is how I spend a few hours to myself in the evenings) last night and saw Justin "Rated R" Rego standing at the checkout. Now, for those of you who didn't watch the most recent season of the Bachelorette, you have no idea who Justin Rego, a onetime wrestler with the silly name of "Rated R", is. But, he was the villain, the guy with girlfriends back home and for awhile there, the most hated man in America. Normally, when I see someone famous (it happens once in awhile), I stare, gawl and stalk. Well, except the time I chased Kiefer Sutherland down the street, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, I couldn't resist so as he was buying wine (my grocery sells wine--it's awesome), I sidled up to him and said, "Um, excuse me, were you on television?" Such a cool opening line, I know, but I didn't know what to say. He smiled (and wow, he is as hot in person as on TV) and said, Yeah." So I asked, "Is your life a living hell right now?" Trying to build communication based on shared understanding and sympathy. And we talked. For a good ten minutes. In fact, I think I was the one who said, "I'd better get going." He was very personable, clever and great for TV. He knew just what to say and how to say it, and he's much nicer than he appeared on TV. It was a very satisfying experience, and I think I might go grocery shopping tonight and see who I happen to run into...