Thanksgiving weekend is always reunion time for my high school. Friday I went to a gathering at a local bar with some friends of mine in the reuniting class. In that class is an actor in a successful TV series currently on their air.
The TV Star is handsome and shorter than he seems on TV and was dressed kind of LA casual although he doesn’t live in LA anymore. We had greetings and later I chatted with him briefly on my way past the bar. We knew each other through mutual friends and theater stuff in school, but weren’t friends with one another beyond that.
As the evening was winding down the thirty-something reunion people were heading home to bed, and the people who go to bars at midnight started to arrive, so I decided to head out. On my way back through the bar again The TV Star was in my path so I tapped his shoulder to get by. Here’s where the fun begins: The TV Star – who, remember, knows me vaguely – is very happy to see me! He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me tight and starts telling me how great I look and isn’t this so much fun?! Clearly he is one wasted TV Star.
Somehow this leads to getting pulled into a full-on hug and some more nonsensical yelling into my ear. When he releases me from the hug he stands next to me and runs his hand up and down my back – practically to my ass – while some other person comes over and he yells nonsense to her.
And I’m thinking “Wow – Mr. TV Star is awfully handsy and while it is not often that a person I watch walk the red carpet on E! has his hand hovering near my ass, and it certainly is exciting – where is Mrs. TV Star?”! Being that he’s, you know, married. As I left him I got a two handed shake with a kiss on the hand and went back to my friend’s wife to report, “I just got molested by Mr. TV Star!”
My best friend feels this was a missed opportunity to ask him if knew Neil Patrick Harris. In his inebriated state maybe Mr. TV Star would have given me NPH’s phone number!