I loved Oliver Reed as well-sexy, overweight bad boy that he was..
I couldn't be a stalker, but I am a starer. Ww were driving up the NJ turnpike alongside a red pick-up truck and I kept staring at the driver-it was Bruce Springsteen. Once I realized that and told the spouse, pointing to the truck, Bruce noticed my pointing at him and took off like a shot.
At the Knoxville airport, sitting waiting from my flight, I saw David Keith standing by the wall with a toddler in a stroller, chatting up a maintenance man. I stared, I probably drooled a bit, but that's as far as I got. Even had my camera hanging off my neck, but my nerve was nowhere to be found.
I've been stalked, but that was just a whacko ex.
