Thursday, August 05, 2004
So I was standing outside P.F. Changs on Tuesday, taking an ill-deserved break from work with my friend Michelle, when my favorite reality star ever walked out the door and into my sight line. I was cool, making brief eye contact and offering a small wave. He was cooler, and much better looking than he appeared on TV. After a brief interruption, he came over and introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Troy," as if I didn't know. We chatted about Trump and his mom. He wanted to linger, I could see it in his eyes. Or maybe that was fear, I can never tell.
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