What I Should Have Said: Awkward Encounter at Fundraiser

I volunteered at a fundraiser for college scholarships. My friend organized it and it was a lovely evening (kudos to Alyssa).

But I experienced something that I thought, "Hmmm...I want to write about this on my blog."

So I was seated at a table with some random people. Always a good opportunity to practice my people skills. There was a guy sitting next to me who had that look in his eye. Like he was happy to see me. The only way I can describe it is Hungry Eyes? He turned to me and said something like, "Well. Hello. I don't think we've met." I was feeling a little awkward. A little stared at by the dude. I couldn't figure out if he was there with the woman he was sitting next to. Until I noticed his hand on her leg. So I asked how they met. He said in a park. He was from Austria. At one point he turns to me and says, "Is that your leg touching mine under the table?" I immediately looked under the table in a panic and saw that my leg was nowhere near his. His leg was up against the leg of the table. I said, "Nope. Not me. Sorry to disappoint you."

What is the appropriate thing to do in this situation? I was actually pretty proud that I said the first thing that came to mind. But it really is a difficult situation to be in b/c I want to be a polite dinner socializer, but I also don't want to stir the pot. But give me a break. Oh well. He's European.

What I should of said:

No. That's not my leg. But you are going to feel my leg kickin' you upside your head if you don't chill out. Ha ha.

Celebrity Sighting: Chelsea

It has been a LONG time. I have been super busy at work. This is a very busy season for art galleries. Alot of art fairs going on, etc.

But I figured it wouldn't take me very long to say that I spotted Ethan Hawke in Chelsea on my way to work. He was walking a dog. This is the second time I have seen him. The first time was at my favorite Burrito place in Manhattan--Uncle Moes. Both times I've seen him my heart skipped a beat and he made me blush. What the? I think he just has charisma or something.

But then, the other night my co-worker was jabbing me in the back with her finger and I was like, "What?" Turns out he ran by the gallery with his daughter riding piggy-back and they looked in the gallery as they passed. I missed it. She said she didn't want to be rude and point at him. Maybe someday he will actually come IN the gallery. Now that would be something.