I had this entire thing written in my head about the mix of high school awkwardness and social foibles that resulted when I decided to introduce myself to Martina Navratilova last Friday night at the NGLCC national dinner, but it was convoluted, overwrought and made no sense. So, long story short, I introduced myself to her at her table and because I wasn't interviewing her or otherwise working I did so with all the grace of a 15-year-old dork asking a cheerleader to dance at homecoming, and she gave me the frozen grin and polite "Hello" that all celebrities have perfected for those situations.
Now let us never speak of this again.
Oh, and here's an iPhone photo of Martina I took in between texting friends at other tables:
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