Yes, all of those sightings have happened... for my friends and family members. But not me. Why not me?
I have purposefully chosen the title of this blog because it's the title of Mindy Kaling's new book, "Why Not Me?" (I guess including the title there was unnecessary.) I feel a kinship with Mindy; we're so alike. Except for in minor ways, like our race, age, fame, career, net worth, height, and the fact that she gets to cast a suite of beautiful men to star alongside her in "The Mindy Project." But other than that, we're basically the same. I mean, we both posted on Instagram about ice skating last week, and I hardly ever go on Instagram. If you don't think that's a telling sign, then you better put on your glasses or stop driving.
My friends tell me it's a good thing I haven't seen a celebrity out in New York because I would only embarrass myself. First of all, I ask Nick Lachey to sign my name tag ONE TIME because I was the only girl not to bring a poster of him to "Good Morning America," and I'm labeled as embarrassing to all celebrities. I mean, I was 12, and quite frankly, I was trying to play it cool. That's what my older cousins' magazines told me to do, after all. Secondly, I would not embarrass myself; I don't even sweat! It just doesn’t happen. Ok, it happens when I play tennis. And when I play soccer. And when I bowl. And sometimes when I sleep. Ok, fine, I sweat a lot.
Not only am I without celebrity sightings, they seem to actually go out of their way to avoid me. My cousin saw Adam Levine and Ryan Gosling outside of her store, and after she called, I couldn't get there in time to see them. Carson Daily lives down the street from me with his family, and whenever I look inside his windows, he's not there. Mindy was in my co-working space, on the same floor as me - let me reiterate for emphasis: on the same floor as me - and I had no idea. How could that be? She is not a quiet womn...
She also showed up at my cousin's store, the Intermix in SoHo, and Daniellah saw her! Mindy purchased a pair of shoes, and Daniellah purposefully left one out of the box so Mindy would have to come back. She didn't come back which means she's rather hobble around with one shoe then see Daniellah again, and now I can never even achieve my dream of inviting Mindy to Shabbat dinner.
I suspect this all started when I was 8 years old. I ordered two autographs from Johnny Depp and Chad Michael Murray online (I must've somehow known to set the bar low), and two autographs arrived at my door in the same pen color... and in the same handwriting. The seller told me that Johnny and Chad were at the same celebrity convention, and I was desperate enough to believe him. Now knowing my luck in this category, I'm starting to have doubts...
To make myself feel better, after getting back from California, I would tell people I saw Cher's dog-walker (a.k.a a random woman walking a dog) and Tom Cruise's son (does he even have a son?).
In fact, the closest I got to a celebrity sighting was last night, when the Madison Square Garden Jumbotron announced that Liam Neeson was somewhere here, watching the Rangers game.
See him? Me neither.