Yesterday I was the crazy lady. The crazy lady running through the Galleria with a bulky camera in tow, tapping the shoulder of a complete stranger and uttering the words “Hey. Can I take your picture?” There was no cool to be found in my approach, the clothing I wore that day or the lopsided manner in which I ran to speak to this gentleman. It went like so:
Me: Oh man, he would have been perfect for my blog.
Stevie: Who?
Me: The guy that just passed with the awesome blazer and loads of swag. (Ok, I didn’t say the swag part, but if swag is what I understand it to be, he had loads of it)
S: Well go get him.
Me: But he’s gone. And I’m not really looking the part of style blogger. And whine whine excuse excuse.
S: Boo, you have a camera. Go get him. I’ll wait right here.
Me: *pyuummm*
I love that guy.
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