The first time, I was TOTALLY mute. Not because I was attracted to him per se, but because I was scared out of my wits... I'm really shy around people I don't know in general. I think I managed to thank him for his autograph... maybe. The second time I talked a little bit, but I was gasping for air. I get better and better with him every time, but when I spoke to him on the phone that one time... I was laying in my bed and I almost died. Really. I'm glad that I wasn't standing up.
A work of art is an invitation to love.