Leaving the gym about 10 minutes ago.
Fuzzy hair. Kid Robot sweatshirt. No makeup. The scrunched face you make when it's cold and you just didn't dress for it.
My Vans plod down 12th Street and smack, I've bumped into someone skinnier than me.
"Ooh, sorry," is my auto-response and I glance up and it's Penn Badgley, who is basically the new Adam Brody, but single and not caught smoking pot (see: Carol Han's account on ELLE.com).
Suddenly I'm not so sorry, but I'm not going to be the random fan girl either. I quickly move away, but the guy is already laughing, like "Caught you, you totally recognize me."
"Yeeeeah," I smile. "Well, sorry. Bye."
"No worries," he says back, and then he smiles too, and then I realize:
This is not Penn Badgley at all.
It is Freddie Prinze Jr.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.











posted by staceyy
Dec 01, 2007 7:32PM
hahahaha how disappointing!!