Fan·girl: (of a female fan) behaving in an obsessive or overexcited way.
Gather around Young Loud Proud kids, this is a rant of a story, explaining the importance of NOT “fangirl-ing” (when you really want to). #YLPtalk
This past year I’ve met some of my favorite people, in the most unbelievable situations, and although I would’ve loved to fangirl the hell out of a couple of those celebrities (which would’ve made some awesome, unforgettable memories) I chose to keep my composure and not act like a complete fan (even though my insides were exploding and begging for the opposite). It’s a self-control thing, I’ll tell you all about it, here goes nothing!
- How to act like you really don’t care about Trey Songz when he is standing right next to you:
After the after party its the after-afterparty! I was in ATL last April for the TREMAINE the tour festivities, and I went to (really snuck into) an after-after party with Trey Songz (and Jeezy (for some reason I always forget he was there LOL, but I love him too)) anyway, I was literally clubbing with Trey! I was in a small club, and I was so close to him that I was able to pass him a blunt and have him deny it. I was thinking in my head the whole time “do I act like a fool and get thrown out of here” with follow up thoughts like “should I really take out my cell phone and snap a secret selfie” (although no one else was), and most importantly I considered the consequences of jumping on the man of my dreams like I always fantasized I would.
Do I carpe diem or nah?
One thing you have to realize is that at the end of the day celebrities are people. Not Gods, not bulletproof, yes they are magical (but so are you). Anyway, I came to the conclusion that just wasn’t the time fangirl. I was in a small setting and I chose to just blend in with his close friends/family instead being THAT girl which would’ve been entirely uncalled for. At least that’s what I thought. Celebs are constantly having people snap photos, they’re asked for selfies, recordings, etc and whether they feel obligated to engage or not, I can’t even begin to imagine how annoying it can be at times. Honestly, at 4 am, how many of you really think Tremaine wanted to see another cell phone? (That’s all I was thinking). This man is tired and hungry and the last thing he wants is to see the flash of my camera…
ATL was epic; just an hour before (at the Tremaine the tour show) I witnessed women literally passing out from all of the excitement from the legend that is Trey Songz. Then later that night I weaseled my way into the after AFTER party and maintained my composure and kept my dignity although my Afro almost cost my best friend and I admission. S/O to the guy that was like “we need some more females in this club!” hahahahahahaaaa.. anyway the second moral to this story is that deep down I kinda wish I acted a fool and took that moment to twerk on Trey or something at least but ah FUCK IT how many people can honestly say they saw their celeb crush u close and personal???
I chose to act like I didn’t care and that awarded me another hour in that club, just enough time to meet Mu and make friends with the guy rolling up the blunts. Trey’s little brother Forrest is so freaking cute too!!! Oh, I stayed long enough that my best friend and I missed our flight (totally worth it and I would do it again) and in a rush to the airport, I forgot that I packed a bud in my bag (found that out after I unpacked my clothes after arriving back to Philly).
2. How to act like you really don’t care that Beyonce’s dancers are hanging out with you, eating Pagano’s cheese steaks, and playing Scattergories (when all you want to do is ask a million questions):
OK so the whole reason for this rant of a story and this incredible flashback from ATL is because last night I got the chance to hang out with this awesome guy I went to high school with. Last night was his last night in town (PHILLY) then back off to Miami. I missed Tindy. He was always a sweet, funny guy. I asked him if he would mind me throwing an impromptu game night in this bando (the uptown bando) to celebrate his last night and he said it was cool (what he didn’t know is that I’m a literal type of girl). When I say some I want to throw a game night; I live up to the true meaning of it.
All I heard was “Maya someone is double parked outside!” Showtime! So, games in tow, I headed toward Tindy’s car with my sack of games. He jumped out of his car and immediately burst my bubble “nobody wants to play all of these games, what are you doing??” I was immediately embarrassed, I felt like the child while carrying Stratego, Monopoly, Othello, Family Feud, Scattergories, Clue FX, Gestures, and one more box I can’t remember at the moment. If you let Tindy tell it, I was Santa Clause (Alexa play 2chainz’s verse on Big Bank). So the nervous sweats came (mind you I already had next to nothing on, and my edges were already halfway (less than halfway) fleeky, so the sweat just made everything WORSE!) So I ran back in the house, leaving my keys in the door all nervous to head off to the bando. I came back out with Scattergories, got in his car, took out my cellphone, and I called my friends to come to meet up with his friends so we can all be friends.
What I didn’t know was how poppin Tindy and his friends really were… one of the guys that danced with Beyonce at Coachella came through the door, and I lost it (inside). I was like oh my God. A talent in my presence yet again and I cant even act the way I want. I had a million questions for this man. Like you worked with Bey? YOU DANCED WITH BEYONCE like what the??? He had the nerve to have on his exclusive Bey fraternity/sorority sweater on too. I would have snagged it if I could’ve (I already tried it with his exclusive Torture lighter/ you know testing the waters, but that didn’t go so well…) he wasn’t too amused but what he doesn’t know is that I was plotting on so much more!
I play too much as you guys can probably guess and when I’m nervous, I sweat a lot. I fangirl so hard inside it seeps though my pores but at the end of the day when you treat people who are associated with fame with respect. I think that if you treat celebrities as you would an ordinary friend, I think they can appreciate it (but damn….sometimes I wonder how things would be if I really lived in the moment embarrassed myself)? What if I twerked on Trey or told Q I wanted to leave and go back to LA with him. Maybe right now I would be off somewhere living my best life!
Sometimes I wish I was THAT girl, but even in a drunken state I still think logically. I have a million different scenarios running through my head at any given time, and I love it.
Don’t let me discourage you Young Loud Proud people I just wanted to share some of my thoughts and experiences with you because you never know sometimes… I’ve been in certain situations with people whom I really admire, and for the sake of not being a complete fool, I suppress the “shock and awe” methodologies I try and live by… What do you guys think? Will being bold always work for your benefit? Sometimes you can put yourself out there, not act shy and grab what you want and it totally works but you have to be careful, or you’ll look thirsty.
Have you had a run in with a celeb or hung out with a crush/someone you admire? Do you disagree with this theory? Please let me know!!! Email me! email@example.com
If you’re interested in more personal reflections/rants/stories like these check out the book of poems I recently published: “An Ode to the ‘Good Girl’” available in paperback or kindle (e-book)