Good morning, you other poor unfortunates who didn't get to do what I did yesterday!
8) Whoops! I promised myself I wouldn't gloat!
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Cheryl already told you how we got to be in the "special place" at the Ryan Seacrest show. Well, while waiting, and waiting, rumors were flying around the group that Clay would, then he wouldn't, then he would be coming to our particular group for a show segment; I could feel a panic building! So, ever the shy one :roll: , I walked over to a producer guy who had talked with us about cheering, etc., and said, "Excuse me, but there are disturbing rumors going around that Clay ISN'T going to come out here to us today. Could you please avoid numerous EMT situations by assuring me that he is?"
He looked at me and said, "Who's saying that? Look here..." Then he flipped through his set direction book and found a page where he put his finger and said, "Read this." So I did. And it said, "Clay interacts with fans outside at the couch." (Cheryl already explained that we were at this huge bizarre cement chaise lounger--a king sized one.) Then the director guy said, "That's what I take my orders from."
I said, "That's great! But could you please change that to read, "Clay interacts with
AMY outside
ON the couch?" :P He looked at me, I guess to see if I was serious, and when he saw my snarky smile, he laughed and said as he walked away, "Get out of here, you..."
So finally, Clay walked out. I watched him head over to us and then just...watched him. My first impressions: he seemed shorter that I had imagined him. I'm 5'9" and my husband's 6', so Clay didn't seem much taller than Kenny. Now, friends, at this point
I must confess that your Queen of Lechery failed in her duties. It wasn't until we were back in the car that I realized I HAD NOT EVEN LOOKED AT HIM BELOW THE SHOULDERS! I HAD NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF PANTS HE HAD ON OR SHOES. IN FACT, HE COULD HAVE BEEN WEARING ONLY BLACK SILKY BOXERS AND I WOULDN'T HAVE NOTICED!
I could not take my eyes off his face; I am serious.
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He was friendly and smiley with the group, but as Cheryl said, there was quite a bit of confusion on the part of the show staff. I really think that the fact that Mandy Moore and Trista and Ryan canceled at the last minute had the production staff crazy, and it was obvious that there was a lot of miscommunication and ad libs happening in the show content.
So while we all just stood there waiting for the cameras to roll or SOMETHING to happen, Clay started looking up at the huge jumbotron thing, watching what Ryan was doing inside the building. He was looking in our direction but up, and Cheryl and I had a breathtaking extended view of him looking up in profile, his neck gloriously exposed (I agree, Cheryl! I don't think he was wearing an undershirt, either! :o ) :oops: ABSOLUTELY HEAVENLY NECK, BY THE WAY! :oops:
I was aware that we were staring and I thought briefly about his comment in an interview about how rude he thought it was for people to stare, but I couldn't help it. I did pull my face away for a moment in mock interest at the screen, but then I thought, "What the hell am I doing watching Ryan on a biG TV screen when Clay is standing within reaching distance of me posing for lecherous viewing?" So my eyes gravitated back to ..... 8)
that face....I was truly mesmerized. I really was a "puddle of vanilla goodness"...never thought that would happen to me, but I was drinking in every detail of his face...I saw the makeup, his "reach out and touch me" red stubble, his perfect nose, his mouth and every time he licked his lips, his ears (they're really cute!), his hair--which looked really good, by the way---his eyebrows and.....his eyes...Now you guys know that I'm a mouth, lips and tongue woman, but gals, I could not get enough of the man's eyes. His lashes are obscene, lush and long and thick---very, very light and I was staring so hard I even noticed a fleck---maybe makeup or something---on his left upper lashes that I so wanted to get off for him! (Yes, I wrote "get off", but I can't talk about that now!
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But his actual eyes...they....glow...There's a shining, luminous quality to them, no matter if he's looking at you or at a screen. There's something in there that is absolutely magnetic, dangerous, inviting, peaceful, full of...good things...you can't help but feel better looking into those eyes. I can't explain it...I really can't.
Anyway, eventually it became evident that whatever had been planned for him out there wasn't happening so he was being pulled away by the staff. People started asking him for autographs and pictures, but he was being taken away. Then they brought him back, but when the requests began again for pics and autographs, he said politely that he really couldn't, because if he did it for one or two, he'd need to do it for everyone. But he reached his hand out to the people in the back to touch them and he was smiling and talking with people. At one point he said to someone, "I've met you before..haven't I? " And then one of the younger girls right up front and closest to him asked him for a hug and he gave her one without hesitating.
Then, of course, other girls up front asked, too, and he did. Cheryl and I were standing on the left area in front of the couch and for the most part the younger babes were on the right side. That was where the hug requests were coming from, so he was facing away from us then. Then it seemed that the staff was calling him to leave and I suddenly realized that he could be walking away without even turning around again since the exit was in the direction he was already facing.
So....part of me was thinking along the lines that CHeryl talked about...not wanting to intrude or push myself on him, being respectful of him and not wanting to be one of those fans who step over the line....but another part of me was saying, "AMY! Will you be this close to Clay ever again? Will this opportunity ever present itself again? How old are you again? :roll: " and so I said, "Clay!" He turned around and I took a step toward him and said, "Clay, I came from San Francisco down here today just to see you" and I 'm sure I had a ridiculously big smile on my flushed face! He just smiled and said "Oh, really?" and then we were both reaching out our arms and I HUGGED HIM! CLAY AIKEN HUGGED ME! OMC HUGGED ME! SEXY MAN HUGGED ME!:D
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Now this next part I've struggled with myself about. Do I give them an OUTTHERE experience? Do I even "embellish" my tale with details like, "He crushed my willing body to his in a full-body melding of souls, sending me into one wave of ecstasy after another as I felt every inch of his long.......legs against mine!"?????? :o 8)
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But I can't...again, I must fail in my Queen of Lechery titular duties. :( I put one arm around his shoulder and the other around his back, he complemented me with the same embrace reversed and our heads pressed against each other and we both gave a little squeeze with our hands on our backs. I wanted soooooo badly to just give him a big "AMY LOVES CLAY" hug, and I do believe that if I had, he would have returned the pressure. But I just....RESPECTED him too much to even THINK about POSSIBLY embarrassing him or making him feel uncomfortable, so I kept my wonderful contact disgustingly "appropriate". :(
The main thing I felt...STOP THAT, NOW!!!! 8) ....was how very, very thin he is...My hand on his back felt hard bone...I MEAN IT!!!! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!!
: and his skin moved with my pressure on it. I also felt how narrow his torso is...how fragile almost he felt. He's much thinner
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And then he turned and was gone! And I have been feeling blessed ever since! :oops: :oops: :o
And that, my friends is my report. I'm sorry it is not lecherous like my black boxers story, but I was surprised myself at how UN-lecherous I felt once I actually got close to him and held him. (OMG! Did I just say "HELD" him?!??!? :o
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In fact, I'm going to need some time to recover from this encounter before I can resume my lecherous appraisal of this man. After this rather mind-altering experience with Clay and then after falling into a heap of tears and emotion watching the MOAM acoustic download late last night, my feelings about Clay are decidedly NON-lecherous at the moment. :( I would say that right now my feelings could better be described as awestruck, humbled, respectful and I don't know....I just feel incredibly full of LOVE for this man...He truly is something special, ladies...something really, really special.
Oh before I take Carrie to school, I'll tell you that after I told her last night about my hug, all the while her black eyes big and unbelieving, she hugged me and said, "Now I have Clay germs on ME, too! I want to hug Clay, too! Will I smell like Clay now?"
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Like mother, like daughter! 8)
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