let me set the scene: there's a movie. i'm in it. in it, i drive a small old red car (hyundai? dodge neon? some kind of shit car, anyways) really really really fast. it's a car chase and it's FUN! my role is small, but it's a role in a hollywood film filled with famous sexy people.
after the car chase, as i walk off the set i run into yummy, yummy colin firth.
moi: colin firth! i shall call you colin firth! because that is your name!
yummy, yummy, colin firth: yes!
moi: hi! we've met before!
y. y. c. f. : yes, we had. i thought you were a servant.
moi: a servant? no! i am a star! i have literally several scenes in this film!
y. y. c. f. : ah! well, nice to meet you!
moi: nice to meet you, colin firth!
and then the bloody alarm went off which was a pity, because you can be certain that if i was faced with the yummy, yummy colin firth in a dream, i would have taken full
sexual advantage of the man situation. instead, i had to get up, eat a bowl of cottage cheese and now i'm off to zumba. oh, the humanity!