So last night Tim and I had our first hot date in way too long. Slap, slap, slap! (Sorry, just having a little tustle with my wrists).
Then, mid-date, something a little weird happened.
Picture us: strolling through the markets at Southbank. Suddenly, from behind us, a shriek…
Woman: Aaaah! It’s the comedian!
Friend of woman: Oh my God!
We turn around to check out the action – turns out there’s four ladies. For the sake of ease, let’s call them Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha.
They walk up to us. This hasn’t really happened before – I mean, I’ve had people recognise me, but not in a ‘oh my God!’ kinda way. I don’t really know whether to smile and just keep walking or stand there to soak it up. I look at Tim for help. He just smiles and holds my hand: we opt for the middle way – standing but slowly backing away.
Samantha: We saw you a few weeks ago at the Comedy Club!
Charlotte: YOU (pointing) were hilarious!
Me: Thanks so much.
Miranda: We were the ones down the front!
Me: Oh.
Samantha: You know, with the Elmo toy!
Me: Oh yeah! I remember you now… (I actually did.)
(Meanwhile, they’re being so loud that people nearby are starting to stare, wondering what the fuss is about. I look to Tim: he’s just standing looking smug. He tells me later that he loved feeling like a rockstar)
Carrie: (grabbing my arm) Oh, just let me touch you!
(Okay, NOW I’m officially getting freaked out.)
I smile, mutter something about feeling like a complete feral tonight – which they chuckle very loudly at – and then we back away into the night.
Tim: So did you love that? I would have loved that.
Me: Yeah, I guess.
I start to giggle uncontrollably.
Me: That was so surreal.
It takes me almost an hour to stop shaking.