When I'm here it reminds me of a time when I followed through on a little fantasy of mine about going up to a complete stranger, kissing him out of the blue, and immediately leaving--no phone numbers, no words exchanged, nothing. One night a friend and I saw this absolutely adorable boy, and she started prodding me--"He's the one." I got up the courage to walk up to him and broke my own rule by saying, "Do you have a girlfriend?" He looked at me with the sweetest, shyest smile and said, "Nooooo." I said "Good," then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He was totally shocked and couldn't speak. I smiled and walked away. I felt his hand on my arm and turned around, and he stammered, "Wait, what's your name?" I pretended to be every Hollywood superdiva I could imagine and said, "Let's not ruin this." Then I walked out of the bar. My friend ran out after me, and as soon as we got around the corner any semblance of Hollywood glamour was immediately dropped--we started jumping up and down and screaming as if we were 13. We were still giggling when she stopped suddenly and looked behind me. "He's standing right there, isn't he?" I said. I turned around and he was shaking his head, walking away. It was worth it even though I was beet red for days.
--Merrie Greenfield, actress