I was wandering around central London today on my lunch break, when who should cross my path but Jude Law.
He was with a young boy, who I'm guessing was his son. He was laughing. We briefly made eye contact as we passed each other, and then off I continued on my merry way.
I didn't chase after him, beg for an autograph or a selfie, or perhaps a million dollars so I could finally quit my job (as a loan! I'd pay him back eventually!)
(Also, no, I didn't take this picture of him--that's from Google. The way to tell I didn't take it is because it was like negative 100 degrees in London today - in JUNE, people! - and no sane person would have been out in a t-shirt.)
It's nothing against Jude Law, mind you. I like him. I enjoy his movies. Most especially The Holiday, which I once watched 3 times in 24 hours when it wasn't even Christmas.
But I'm quite pleased to say I don't really get starstruck. Anymore. (I may have written a fan letter once to Keanu Reeves when I was 13 years old, but that's neither here nor there.)
Living in New York City for a few years, and then in Los Angeles for another few, I actually crossed paths with a fair number of famous people. Not because we traveled in the same circles, but because hey, stars, they're just like us! They go to the grocery store! They walk down the street! They eat at cafés! So it's kind of cool to see that they exist in real life, but beyond that I'll probably just leave them alone.
Unless I actually do run into Keanu Reeves one day. Then all bets are off.