Weight: x+17. Thanks to bringing Porto's Pastries to the office Monday to welcome new neighbors I had never met. Mistake. They didn't show up, and with the help of the whopping TWO office-mates, we pretty much ate for TEN.
I've already talked a little about my experiences on the set of "X TV Show." My official role on the set was the often overlooked role of "Head of Guest Services" as well as "Chief Twitterer." In other words, I had no real responsibility. Which left me PLENTY of time to chat with everyone, learn all 147 people's names, remember who had a twin sister, who won last year's fantasy football league, who likes white mochas vs. vanilla lattes, learn a new game that you can NOT be me at, research who was the prankster putting sandbags in someone's bag, break up a fight, and in all other ways "be social."
Amid all of this "being social," I discovered a bit of male attention which is quite unusual for little me who barely interacts with humans. Apparently, there's something called a "set crush," and on the last day on set, I was told point blank I was the subject of one. I might be glorifying it a tad by comparing it to the "just a girl, standing in front of a boy" scene in Notting Hill. Or better yet, the end of the dinner scene "I like you, just the way you are" in BJD. But still, when was the last time that someone simply said "I like you?" At our age, it's more like "if you ask me how I feel, I'll make a joke out of it to protect myself."
So, I ask you, universe, how is that fair? Now I'm back in LA, and I'm sure the next male attraction I receive will be from a dog trying to mount my pup. (She's quite popular at the dog park.)