So my good friend (and fellow YA author) Jennifer Lynn Barnes called the other day.
It went something like this.
Me: Hello?
JLB: Hey, it’s Jen.
Me: Hey, Jen! How’s Yale?
(Have I mentioned lately that Jen is really, really smart?)
JLB: It’s good. I was just calling because I can’t believe how many of your blog readers actually believe you’re dating George Clooney!
Me: Um…am I to take it from your tone that YOU don’t think I could be dating George Clooney?
JLB: No, I don’t think you could be dating George Clooney AND NOT TELL ME ABOUT IT!
(Note to self: this is why Jen is a good friend.)
Me: Well, George and I could be trying to keep our love a secret, you know. He IS a public figure and a very private man.
JLB: Your secret love is why you blogged about it?
Me: (choosing to ignore this perfectly valid argument) Besides, if I were really dating George Clooney, do you really think I’d introduce him to my younger, skinnier, hotter friends?
JLB: Of course you would! Otherwise how would I meet all of HIS hot friends?
(Have I mentioned yet that Jen is very, very smart?)
Me: Why do you need me for access to hot friends? Doesn’t your roommate know a guy on the FBI soccer team? Is there a more potentially hot group of men in the world than the FBI SOCCER TEAM?
Jen: I’ve been thinking about that. I wonder…
Me: Who does the FBI soccer team play?
Jen: Yeah.
Me: Because if it’s the CIA soccer team…
Jen: Then…yeah…hot.
Me: But if it’s like the team from some accounting firm or something…
Jen: So see…THIS is why you have to introduce me to Clooney!
Me: If I’m dating him.
Jen: Yeah.
Me: I think you’d better stick to the soccer team.