Who was your saddest celebrity encounter?

This is about the time I met my favourite writer. This guy is a god among kids and young adults in my country, also a famous columnist and activist. My dad is an archaeologist and quite known for his work among history buffs in the said country. He had interacted with this writer before for professional reasons, and happened to have his phone number. Now, this writer was a very nice person and usually made time to talk to his fans if they were visiting his city. He is a university professor and you can just go pop up in his office and he'll have a chat with you.

I was 13 at time, I was visiting his city with family. My cousins and I were really big fans of him. I tell my dad that we want to go visit him, my dad proceeds to tell me it's polite to make an appointment first, then he leaves me with a phone to make the appointment. This guy requested people to text him and specify who they were before calling, because he got a lot of unnecessary calls. So I texted him politely stating who we were, and that it'd be great if he could maybe see us sometime. After sending the text, I went to have lunch and while I'm chewing my food, my phone rings. It's my favourite writer, he called back. I don't know how I managed the courage to pick up the phone, but I did and he said hi, and asked me if we wanted to meet him that evening. I said yes. He said he was very excited to meet us, see you soon, and ended the phone call.

Then comes evening, I'm still in shock from having an actual conversation with this man I've idolized since I was a kid. My dad takes the four of us to his office. He says hi, is extremely nice. Tries to talk to us, except that all of us are tongue tied. The only person that did not falter was my 7 year old sister and my dad. He tried for a while but my mouth was dry and I could not make myself speak more than one/two word sentences. He kind of gave up (I guess this happened a lot to him) and him and my dad talked for the rest of the evening. I had a lot of things to talk to him about, unfortunately my mind had completely blanked. To top it off, I look like shit in the photo I have with him. Based puberty. Anyway, so there's this guy I love and adore, wanted to meet him for years, and when I finally do, I forget every thought I have ever had.

tl;dr met my favourite author/idol growing up, always wanted to talk to him about a lot of stuff, he was really nice and warm, I was tongue tied the whole time I was around him, ended up saying about three or four words to him.

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