The Fame

I had no idea who she was. We were at dinner, I had been seated next to her, and right away she jumped at me and we launched in a passionate, boisterous conversation with gossip and laughter and at some point we went to the bathroom and she decided to show me her cellulite and how bad it was and I told myself:

“Either she’s completely crazy, or she’s really cool”.

I love outrageous people, so this started a bit of a friendship. It didn’t take long for me to realize that she was quite famous in America. I’d never had anything against famous people - just maybe, a slight lack of self-confidence. Why would they want to be friends with me? I’d ask myself. But then I’d be like : “Why not!?”

I hadn’t realized I myself was a little bit famous in America.

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I was a New Yorker at the time, and here is how a lot of these friendship affairs go: you’ll meet someone, you’ll click, and decide to have lunch or dinner. You’ll have lunch or dinner, talk about everything from your sex life to your recent de…