Okay, so this isn't exactly the way I hoped the picture of Jason Varitek and Moi would've turned out...

But there is a story as to why it's not the beautiful, photograph I'd always hoped it would be.

At the Beckett Bowl, I was probably no more than 5 feet away from him while he was bowling. And we did have eye contact.

Not in the "hey, how YOU doing" kind of way that I would like to fantasize that it was; but more in the way of we were so close and not alot of people were there at that very moment that we had no choice but to meet eyes occasionally. But I felt silly, because I could only sort of say "hi" with a quiet smile so many times before I felt like a weirdo! So, there were all these little girls asking him for a photo. And I thought to myself, "Rebecca, don't be ridiculous. It's just a photo. Ask him for one." So, I did.

Mind you, we weren't on the same level, standing wise. I'd be much shorter than him - even shorter than the picture appears. I'm 5'1 and he's what - 6'2? I was up on a step, and there was a thin piece of board that seperated us, because he was bowling in the lane -- so I had to sort of lean to be right next to him, you know? And of course, I was so nervous I was clearly unsteady. (He does sort of have that effect on me.)

But the real kicker to this, is that while he said "yes" - I had no one with me at that moment to take the picture. My sister wasn't there yet, my brother in law was bouncing the lane that David Ortiz was bowling in, so clearly he couldn't help me. So I asked some random stranger to help - and while they were obliged to do so, they couldn't figure out my camera. So, now I'm thinking "damn it, this is taking too long, he's going to say forget it!" - when suddenly the camera goes off.

I just knew it wasn't going to be a good one, but what's a girl to say?

"Hi, I know you're very busy, but...can I get a retake? I've always thought when I met you we'd take this really beautiful photo together that I could treasure forever..."

Um, no - I think not.

So here is the picture of me and "my crush" that I've been waiting years for.
And I look ridiculous. Not a good photo of me at all. He looks great, of course.


















AAAAAAAAAGh.

(I still think we look cute together, despite my wild eyed look of desperation - "please let the flash go off, please!")