Milo Ventimiglia Fans

When I went to the Golden Apple Rest signing a while back I was so overwhelmed with the reality of Milo's gorgeousness that I absolutely froze at the moment of confrontation. I think I said "Hi" and my name "Natalie". Fascinating, right? Exactly. So in the weeks leading up to this past Sunday's Collectors Paradise Berserker signing I tried to prepare myself. My mantra was "Be cool. Be cool. Don't spazz." My cousin, my best friend and I arrived at the shop at about 11:30, claimed the last spot inside the blessedly air conditioned store and in the last few Milo free moments I was totally cool. My companions were woefully under-educated regarding all things comic, nerdy and geeky so I had to do a lot of explaining.


Then Milo arrived...sigh...my mantra was gone. All that admirable levelheadedness was booted by a case of the giggles. Not laughter. Not chuckles. Giggling, as if I was 12, intolerably stupid and sitting through a sex ed course.


I giggled as I took the stalker-ish photos from across the room, as I told my friends who "those other guys" were, as we planned who would take pictures of who. Giggling is so not me. But I could not stop! I tried desperately to calm my belligerence as I had my book signed by Jeff and Russ....but the battle was lost as soon as Milo looked at me and said "Thanks for coming out." That messy Jess-esque hair, those eyes....swoooon!
I said "Hi" (deja vu) and dissolved once more. Apparently...giggling works better than shocked silence. I apologized for my silliness with a brilliant "I'm sorry" and...you guys aren't gonna believe this, its amaaaaazing. He said "Whats to apologize for? Beautiful smile and laugh..." Yeah you can squeal 'cause I did! But wait, wait! It gets even better! Like all the others before and after me, I asked for a picture and when I leaned in for my cousin to snap the shot he didn't just put a hand on the small of my back or make the classic Jess smirk that melts me completely....he rested his head on my shoulder. I could actually feel his wonderfully tousled hair tickling the side of my face and neck....sigh...I squealed of course, so loud, and let my head drop onto his. I don't think I regained all my cognitive functions for about 24 hours. Even now, reminiscing, I can't remove this idiotic smile from my face.


It was so AMAZING that I don't even care that I came out looking like a lunatic hehehe. Wow...good times. :)