You know that feeling, that one where you’re at a super incredibly exclusive party full of gorgeous famous people and gorgeous famous gowns and tuxes, and you were brought along by a friend who’s friends with the president of the world, as a tagalong designated driver and you definitely feel like you don’t belong and you’re not worthy and you should just go sit in a corner and hope no one trips on you because you’re not glamorous.
Then suddenly. Out of nowhere.
Sean Connery cuts through the crowd.
Walks right up to you.
Kneels in earnest, offering a hand and says.
“You are the most beautiful thing in this room.”Yeah.
This is the first time I have ever been compared to Sean Connery.
It’s not accurate in the slightest but I feel that this is a significant milestone in my life.
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caretakerofmyth said: And then your other friend spoils it all when you get home by looking at the picture you got of Sean Connery and going “Meh, who’s that”
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