I stayed far from Alan.

But I did talk to Tim. I said hi, introduced myself and ran away before saying anything stupid.

envyenvyenvyenvy.

Ah, but see, if you have an embarassingly huge crush on Tim, you're a better woman than I. Given my embarassingly huge, huge crush on Alan, I certainly can't be expected to say hello, or not throw up.

This is perhaps why I only date people I can't stand.

Hmmm, Allyson, that seems a bad pattern. Maybe you need to try dating people you like but aren't violently attracted to, you know, rather than the whole "can't stand" option.

But -- how fun and you got to see the teaser, right?

I do have an embarrassingly huge crush on Tim. And since I know that within 30 seconds I would say something stupid or giggle, I chose to run.

Aw, that's so cute. I understand. You are braver than I, then, for I canna say hello to Alan. I just want to make Tim some macaroni and cheese and give him a root beer and kiss his cutiehead cheek.

I want to do naughty things to Alan, and am therefore embarassed and want to hide my naughty self behind a tree and pretend neither of us exist.

I can say nothing about macaroni and cheese and rootbeer. It would be wrong.

Hmm, my run and hide reflex is completely opposite. I can barely get coherent words out to people I really admire like Ray Bourque or Joss (thankfully exposure to Tim here on an even footing negated that reaction in his case), but no level of hotness is sufficient to fluster me. I can joke around with celebrity crushes like DB as if we were old friends.

I want to do naughty things to Alan, and am therefore embarassed and want to hide my naughty self behind a tree and pretend neither of us exist.

I had that same reaction to one of my old big SUPER (not really celebrity) crushes--Mike Doughty formerly of Soul Coughing. My friend was working for them while they were touring a couple of years ago so I had the chance to hang out with them for a while. I was sitting on a hotel room bed and he was in the chair next to the bed and I couldn't even look at him! I had no trouble at all at all shooting the shit with everyone else in the band (and they were all very cool and funny, etc.). I was so relieved when Doughty left the room. I told my friend after about how bad I was dying with him sitting right there and she laughed and laughed at me.

Oh and, not a crush exactly, but when I first saw John Waters going about his business here in Baltimore--buying a newspaper at the Giant--I started giggling uncontrolably and had to hide in the produce aisle.

I'm the uncoolest!