A Day in Which I Lose ALL My Cool Points

So here at work we had a little visitor. A very cute visitor.

A kind of famous visitor.

Jason McCoy

He'd been here before and I hadn't gotten to meet him, so I harassed the boss-boss to introduce me. And he did. And I got a signed t-shirt. Very cool. Cool points were high.

Then came the talking part. You know, where I acknowledge that he's a good singer. I tell him I like the fact that he writes some of his own songs. And hey, I'm a writer, you know, should you ever need a biographer or something.

But no. I clammed up like a .... like a.... see? It's still happening! Loss of any word that makes sense other than "Hi, I like you."

What did I talk about with him?

His hair. Yep. Hair.

Some non-fan had called him a "long haired frek" (sic) and I said, "hey, heard you're a long haired freak, your hair isn't that long!"

In my head I can hear the words "Cool points dwindling" like some 1980s arcade game.

For the record, I tried to regroup and try again. I was getting coffee as he was getting coffee and I brought up the writing things... turns out he writes the majority of the songs on his recent album. NOT that I was trying to pitch a song to him or anything. Nope. But should he need a ghostwriter for his autobiography......

But again. Clammed up. Like a big. fat. clam.

He sure was cute though.