And I didn't say a word.
That's right. I simply stared around me, wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was. Unfortunately, there were only a few old people milling around, and no doubt they didn't even recognize him. But boy, did I recognize him. I practically had a heart attack there on the sidewalk. Butterflies beat against the inside of my torso with baseball bats. And yet, the little light man blinked to life on the crosswalk sign, and Tim Gunn strolled down the sidewalk, stopping to ponder a small newspaper stand on the corner. I kept going, stepping within feet of this man, and too afraid to just say hello.
But that sounds depressing. It was a GOOD experience, I promise! I'm just still kicking myself for being so... me. hahaha. I didn't want to seem like a creeper, even though Tim Gunn is a good man, someone I greatly respect, and probably wouldn't have been bothered at all.
But no worries. I spend 5 days a week wandering the fashion district of New York City.
I may get a second chance.