{I Met Loralee and All I Got Was a Low Self-Esteem}

I drove 13 hours to meet Loralee.

Okay, so I was going through Utah anyway, and I had three hours to go from there, so I needed to stop for dinner. But that doesn’t mean I was any less excited for the rendezvous.


See, there was this time in my life that I lost my faith in humanity; Loralee renewed that faith. During the first few months of my blogging obsession, I stalked many a talented bloggers, and didn’t quite understand why none of them stalked me in return. Loralee was the first professional blogger to acknowledge me, and even then it was only after I begged on my hands and knees for it. But however pathetic my reasons, I felt like a superstar the first day I read a comment from her, and every comment thereafter. I’m sure she was just trying to be nice, because she’d been in my position, but eventually I gathered the courage to email her and now we’re sort of friends.

And we’ve met, so we’re sort of better friends.

She’s really very nice. For anyone wondering whether he or she should try and meet his or her blogging hero, my advice is to go for it.

For one thing, she buys cute shoes at good prices. Very likable indeed. (The blogger, not the shoes. [Though the shoes are nice, too.])

Probably all blogging heroes are as cool as Loralee, who asked the waiter to split our cheques right from the start [I am so paranoid about whether or not that is tacky, I would have paid for me, Loralee, and her displaced southern belle friend, if it meant I could avoid an awkward situation. I bet you wish you’d never spoken up, eh Loralee?].

Also, I got the scoop on a lot of juicy drama that Loralee is too tasteful to ever actually post on her blog–it was the real inside edition, and totally worth every moment of pre-meeting anxiety.

But really, our friendship was doomed from the beginning. Loralee and I can never become truly bosom buddies. Because when our dinner at Chili’s was over, our pictures were taken and our goodbyes hugged, I unlocked the door to Tamra Camry, sank–relieved at my presence of mind through the meal–into the driver seat, and checked the visor mirror. Only about an hour too late…

Like I said–doomed. And it’ll be a cold day in Mesa before I order lettuce wraps in public again.

*Really, though. Loralee is lots of fun. Go meet her and tell her that crazy girl sent you.*

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I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
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13 Responses to {I Met Loralee and All I Got Was a Low Self-Esteem}

  1. Anonymous says:

    Millie,

    That really bites. Too bad.

  2. Kim & Jason says:

    Yikes, how embarressing. But props on meeting another fellow blogger you admire so much, I might just be too chicken to give that a shot. Have you ever thought of trying to go to BlogHer? I’ve heard so much about it. Just curious. Oh and thanks for the comment the other day!

    Kim

  3. Raygon says:

    I am so jealous! I love Loralee, too! I wish I could have been there, you could have paid for my dinner, and I would have told you of the lettuce in your teeth. Loralee makes my day with her funny/witty posts.

  4. Anonymous says:

    haha did that really happen or did you add it for the sake of a good blog? :)

  5. Anonymous says:

    I love how you deal with your embarrassment by posting it on the internet for the whole world to see instead of hiding it like I would. Loralee probably didn’t tell you because she never looked at your teeth and didn’t notice. Or maybe she discreetly tried to tell you but you were too uncomfortable to notice. Who knows.

  6. Loralee Choate says:

    You are such a nut. I love this post. Almost as much as I loved meeting YOU! (You are freaking gorgeous, btw)

    BTW, I didn’t notice anything between your teeth because I am vain and hate wearing glasses, so I took them off during dinner and so it was amazing that I could even tell that you HAD teeth. Hee.

  7. Mikelle says:

    Haha! I hate that sinking feeling you get when you realize something like that has happened.

    And you’re going to Mesa again? Wow…I thought snowbirds migrated the other way! (Just kidding, I’m really just jealous and wish I could be down there with you…my parents are moving this week!)

  8. Anonymous says:

    i think loralee is a total sweetheart.

    again, i say, it’s spelled “discrete”.

    lalala i’m a new soul.

  9. Mistakes for Marion says:

    I like your brief story of your primitive bloggings days.

  10. Anonymous says:

    that is the most endearing picture i’ve seen of you thus far. two smart, pretty girls, lovely smiles, and that top on you is fab.Stacey and Clinton would say the same.

    i don’t even know what a lettuce wrap is. wrapped salad?

    you youngins and your newfangled ways.

  11. sleepyjane says:

    That is so embarrasing! LOL Although I think you’re AWESOME for blogging about it. Almost like mine today…except I like lost a quater of my tooth and there wasn’t anything stuck in them and I didn’t met a famous blogger. But I do feel your pain. :)

  12. Raygon says:

    i love reading this post, because i adore both you and loralee. but time for a new one. where are you?

  13. A Letter To Kayleen says:

    cute. the story. not the ginormous piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth.

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