I posted this on my tumblr dash today thought it should probably see my LJ.
I see my dash is filled from time to time with angst over envisioning an actual first meeting encounter with Jensen Ackles. Ok well my dash is filled with 9091’s angst and then everyone cracking up at 9091’s higly entertaining vividly imagined possible outcomes of such a meeting. My dash has inspired me to articulate about my first meeting with Jensen this year on October 9th at Toronto con and to assist those concerned about their own overwhelming, possibly perceived as slightly psychotically irrational, reactions here’s a step by step on how to avoid said reactions.
Step 1. Sit in the wrong row waiting for to be called for Photo Op with Jensen.
Step 2. Whilst sitting in wrong row - take all convention related paperwork out and ensure you still have it on you.
Step 3. Get moved by some Creation person who comes in and says you’re all sitting in the wrong row you need to move to the back (as in many, many rows away).
Step 4. Chat with a lovely couple from Nova Scotia discussing how breaking down on the side of the road in Nova Scotia is problematic due to the fact that everyone is so nice they ALL pull over and start causing traffic congestion. Also discuss intently how Creation could be running things much better.
Step 5. Get called out to line up outside photo op room…this line is moving super swiftly.
Step 6. Get to door and discover all convention related paperwork including photo op ticket for Jensen, who is literally standing five meters away from me, has gone missing.
Step 7. Get moved to the side by incredibly understanding Creation person who just wants to keep line moving.
Step 8. Go through everything right there on the floor outside photo op room. Nope all my stuff and tickets are GONE.
Step 9. Don’t panic….think rationally. Retrace steps…go back to where all the seats are. Check floors and rows, row by row.
Step 10. Now panic. Still can’t find anything. Have a very internally compressed freak out. This is hard to do. Tears start to well.
Step 11. Your internal freak out doesn’t appear to be so internal after all, to the point that a Creation person hurries up to you with a look on her face like she is about to witness her first live case of spontaneous combustion.
Step 12. Creation person tries desperately to calm you down. I’m like I came all the way from fucking Australia, this is INSANE!!! WHY MEEEE??????????
Step 13. Creation person gives up and goes and finds the man in charge. Man in charge comes hurrying up. Asks me if I have had my Jensen photo. All my replies were unsuitable for verbalising. I shake my head wondering if numbness in fingers and toes is a sign of imminent stroke.
Step 14. He hurries me up on to the stage to the Podium and picks up my lanyard with ALL my tickets/paperwork in it and says is this yours? Relief seems too mundane a term for what I felt. Then he’s like You’re gonna miss your photo op cos he’s pretty much done. Ahhh relief - such a fleeting moment we had together.
Step 15 RUN to photo op room. Holy crap Jensen is still there but there is NOONE there lined up waiting. Freak out takes a new direction - this photo is gonna be shit. There were tears and I am NOT a pretty crier. OMG I hate photos of me to begin with and NOW look…pretty sure waterworks are not listed in Photoshop enhancement tools.
Step 16 Genuinely lovely Creation person tells me to take two deep breaths, she checks my cheeks for signs of tears, helps me gather my shit together. There is Jensen less than two meters away chatting with the photographer. Shooting the breeze. Not a care in the world. Bastard. Next thought- fuck he looks good. He needs to know why I do not.
Step 17. Walk up to Jensen. Greets me with a smile Hey how you doin? I’m like You know, I just lost everything all my tickets. My next thought is WOW…why am I telling you this and holy shit your face is much leaner than I ever thought. In fact he is much leaner all over than I thought, he is not a big guy at all, tall and lean yes but he seems so much more solid looking in all his photos. He just flashes me an Oh no! and goes to put his arm around me and I look at the camera grinning like an idiot thinking wow I’m not even nervous.
Step 18. I’m like aww shucks when done and give him a “Thanks!” Then within seconds of walking away it dawns on me…holy shit Jensen Ackles just had his arm around me, grinned at me and it was awesome. I wanna do that again. But without all the crying and losing shit.
Thankfully photo is not too shit, Jensen is grinning big, possibly with a tinge of WTF is this chick on about…and I, miracle of miracles, do not actually look like I was crying less than 120 seconds before said photo. And I did realise that in the end all that shit did indeed curtail any possible freak out about the actual meeting itself. Perhaps I just exchanged my freak out type in the end. *sigh* Whatever. Bring on JIB 2012 I say. He is a very good looking man and he had a nice chat with me afterwards re his hopes for a script being written. He is indeed a man of substance and good phenotype. ;-)
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