star struck

I met a novelist last night, a real one. And a really good one at that - not only has he been published, he has also won prizes. I was just a little bit star struck because, having read both his novels, I know what a great writer he is. Frankly, I would have been far more comfortable sat under the table and occasionally brushing his shoes with my fingertips, rather than actually sat next to him and passing the carrots, but hey ho. Luckily I didn't get too drunk and do anything wierdly sycophantic. Although I secretly wanted to.

Wonder if anyone will ever feel that way about me?