“When you are a grown woman, is it still ‘fangirling’? I mean, I get it, the phenomenon is usually when you are a teenager and daydream about the artists. They are just like you and by golly would you be great together! But I am thirtysomething and I still do it. The interest in the musician, that is. Not the “we would be a great couple” part. Although sometimes you fantasize, it’s true. I guess it’s because art is universal and it touches you, right? So should I say ‘fanwoming’? That isn’t a word. Maybe it should be. Because this isn’t normal, me here naked. So I feel it should have a word to define it, you know? I feel like if we give it a word then it happens to other people and I am not crazy, right? What do you think?”
“I think you are cute when you go on these ramblings.”
“Stop it. That just isn’t true. I’m sure you didn’t register what I said, which is why you think it’s cute. If not you would call it what it is: ramblings of a crazy person.”
“It’s true I listen to you differently when you are naked but it doesn’t mean I don’t think you are cute. You are cute. And crazy. Crazy cute.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m just glad you liked my songs and came to my gig.”
“I don’t like your songs. I love them. And you.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m just glad you didn’t think I was a crazy fan.”