Decidedly NOT a creep. (Monday, October 09, 2006)

A few happenings of note have happened.

Two days ago I was working the front desk at Miceli's Italian Ristorante and in walks this cute brunette with real "girl next door" looks. She has really pretty eyes and an adorable smile and she puts her name in (Casey) as there is a short wait and she is soon expecting her friend to arrive. Not long after her friend arrives I call her name and bring the two women over to a fine booth, a booth I like to sit cute girls at so they can see me playing drums and know that I am a cool musician who HAPPENS to be working at a restaurant.
All the while I am walking about, taking care of business and such and when I pass her I recall my thoughts going from, "she's really cute" to "She's really familiar" to "uh oh, I know where I know her from and this is weird and kinda creepy."
So, once I realize where I know her from I am faced with the decision of whether or not I'm going to tell her. What the hell. I walk over at the end of the meal and say, "hi, is your last name Peters?" "Uh, yes..." she replies. "And was your hair blonde at any point?" I further inquire. "uuuhhhh... yes it was" she again replies with suspicion. "Well," I jump in head first, "I have an usual story for you. It's borderline creepy. Can I sit down?" I think I actually just told her friend to scoot over.
At any rate I take a deep breath and launch into the story of how when I first moved out to L.A. two years ago one of my roommates, Brian Murphy, worked at NBC. And at the time I was in desperate need for advice on headshots. To help me out he would bring loads of shots that made it to the waste paper basket of one of the execs. And he, myself and my other roomy, Tony, would go through them and pick out our favourites, as well as ridicule the lousy ones. Fortunately for my story, Casey's shot was one that I liked and so kept in my file for reference.
Well, two years later, I still have Casey's headshot and have perused the "keepers" pile every so often, usually when I get the itch to shoot again. And in doing this perusing I had inadvertently burned the name "Casey Peters" into my subconscious. Never did I imagine that I would actually meet one of the "keepers".
So, after wrapping up said creepy story she seemed surprisingly not creeped-out. I found this encouraging and a relief. After all, I know I'm not a creep. I might be a few unsavory things but a creep is not one of them. Perhaps shmarmy, but not creepy.