Less Than Star Struck in an Elevator

So I think Adam Mesh lives in my building. Yes, that Adam Mesh, who was famous for a couple of days during his stint on TV where he played two characters:

First, on Average Joe, he played the part of the homely everyman competing for the heart of a beautiful woman who surprised America by choosing a hunk instead.

Then he decided he wanted to show his range as a TV icon, so he became the center of attention on Average Joe 3: Adam Returns, a homely everyman surrounded by fans that are only there because now he's famous. From this group of all-stars, he will chose the love of his life from this artificial environment filled with women performing artificial displays of affection by rubbing their artificial bodies all over him as they hope to score some very real cash.

Hmm, let's see. You just get burned on national television because someone managed to sell NBC on the idea that they could make a show about how, when given the choice, hot women will hook up with hot men. Wow! And now what do you do for an encore? You do it again to other sweet, young women! How does any contestant for Average Joe NOT SEE THIS COMING?! This will not end well for anyone.

If you happen to know the executive who greenlighted this show, please give him my number. I have a great idea for a new show called, "They'll Watch Anything." Every episode, I'll try to sell major sponsors and the mindless masses on the idea that their social preconceptions are completely wrong. The season will end with the most predictable ending possible, and will reinforce every social stereotype imaginable. But the sponsors and masses will be sooo surprised! The credits will begin to roll, and the show will close on a video of me rolling in the money I just made from all of those who stayed with it all season long to see what happens.

In all honesty, I really didn't watch the show. More importantly, that was all one giant tangent.

Basically, Adam walked into my elevator this evening as I got home from work. He hit the button for his floor, and thus began our journey up in the elevator with another girl who was also going up. So there I am, thinking, "Oh, he gained a couple of pounds." I was also thinking, "Didn't he go to college with me? Or was that his sister? Or did they both go? Should I say hi, because if we did go to the same school, then that would be a nice thing to do. Not because he was on TV-- I mean, I'd say the same thing to a stranger with a Penn sweatshirt on. Then again, he'd think I was just talking to him because he was on TV. What do I say to that? 'Actually I think your show was dumb and I could care less about it; in fact I lost respect for NBC for even making it.' No, I couldn't say that, it would be mean and inappropriate, and I don't want to be either. I'm just tired and want to sleep, so now I don't even care about saying hello, I just want a quick dinner and get to bed at a reasonable hour. Well, maybe I should still say hello. Hey, we might even have some friends in commo--"

The doors opened, and he walked out and turned left, while I walked out and turned right. Down the hall I went, turned left ("I should have said hello"), walked down the next hall, took my keys out, got to my door, looked up, and!!!.....

I got off on the wrong floor.

I'm embarrassed.