I came across James on Live with Kelly and Michael talking about that 17 year old girl - (who could have at the very least spent some time getting to know him, yet instead, decided to post the conversation for the entire world.) and how he was embarrassed.
I mentioned that he has to go through the whole awkward trying to meet someone, and then it's a lot more awkward because the whole world gets to see it, hear it, etc.
It reminded me that I actually DID make some sort of half-assed attempt to meet him. In October, there is this masquerade party. I really wanted to go... it's the first year it's happening... it's at the Texas Renaissance Festival... I think it's going to be fabulous. What's not to love about the whole idea??
A masquerade ball, everyone in costume, it's beautiful and romantic, and yes... I was wishing I could get a date. Not just any date though... a date with my imaginary boyfriend James Franco.
I'd had some insomnia one night, and the morning after, as I sat there and drank my coffee and attempted to wake up enough to face the day... I concocted this scheme.
I created a hand drawn invitation to James, it was in the style of a royal decree... and then I flipped it over and wrote him a letter. I told him I wasn't expecting him to fall head over heels.. that it would be a lot of fun, that he could go incognito since it's a masquerade... etc.
THEN I MAILED IT.
I included my phone number, and it had a return address. I sent it to the theatre where Of Mice and Men was playing...
Nope. No response. Yes, that sort of makes me sad... I rehearsed while driving my car back and forth to work, what I would say when he called me.
"Hi" "yes of course I know who this is, I would recognize your voice anywhere"...
Realistically... no I didn't expect a response, but the little girl on the inside... the one that still believes in fairy tales... she's crushed. So... I write this blog.
