On February 2nd, of 2009 I met (and talked to) the man of my dreams: Neil Gaiman.
It was everything that I hoped it would be.
Not only did I get to ask him a question which happened to be:
"How is it for you...in the literary world...being a sex symbol?"
(I still don't even thoroughly remember his response, I was in such awe)
I got my book signed, and cried happy tears on the way home! I had waited for that moment for years.
As I was approaching him with book in trembling hands, I had 'that voice' egging me on to tell him how much I a) LOVE him and his work b) and how he and Dave Mckean helped me get my life together! And then...sure enough... I took one look into that handsome face and just could'nt do it! Another reason for turning on the tears in the car.
" Did that really just happen? Did I meet him? Did I actually 'speak' to him, and have him 'answer me?!"
....Brings a whole new meaning to the term of "Ask and Ye Shall Recieve" for me.
