Smooth Move, Kid

As luck would have it, while out with some friends of mine, I ran into a dear college friend last night at a local posh lounge.  He is in the same dance company as the son of a celebrity. "You have to meet him," he half-insists/half-mandates, "I want you two to get married and have fabulous beige babies together!" With an uncomfortable giggle in my voice I respond, "haha, well maybe we should meet first," then more calmly add, "I can't wait too long, though," I reason," I don't want to keep my friends waiting." My college friend insists the pseudo-celeb will be right back and that I should wait to meet him. My friends are anxious to leave, and running out of reasons to stall for this slight-celebrity encounter (and slightly nervous now that apparently pressure and expectations are on), I protest I must go.

I bid my college friend adieu and turn to leave the establishment. As I round the slight corner before the exit, my path is blocked by a tall, handsome, kind faced young man who looks exactly like his celebrity daddy.

Swag levels turned up, I contort my face in a "I know your face, but not your name" expression that then remains because, soon after I realize I am giving a true and complete stranger the "I know your face, but-" look, it becomes apparent that he has no idea who the [bleep] I am...This awkward first encounter seems to last for 5 minutes, when in reality it may have only been a few moments before my friend thankfully saves me from myself and formally introduces us.

Smooth move, kid.