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I'm dancing with my friends at this gay bar up in east london
drinking cider
man!
so many cute guys kissing each other with their soft tongues kinda makes me horny!
and then P tells me, "that's Wolfgang Tillmans" ---> pointing at this tall, handsome blonde guy
I was like, "yea, and there's Lady Gaga"
For real, he says. "Why would I make up a story like that"???
And I'm like, "cause It's a good one"?
It's him, he said. Period
So I started taking a closer look at him
many young guys we're kinda twirling around him
he had a big camera and made pictures every now and then
It could be him
It WAS him
Nervouseness filled my whole body in a second
I had to meet him
I adore him
I admire his work
My camera was in my hand, so I took a couple of blurry pics of him just in case the others
did't make it cause my hands were shaking
After a good 5 minutes, I finally stepped towards him
"HI" I said
Hi, he said
"are you who I think you are"? I said
"yeah" he said
"omg, it's soo cool to meet you, bla bla blabla"
i love your work, you really inspire me
it's huge that i'm talking to wolfgang tillmans at a gay bar in london"
"yeah"
yada yada yada
"can I take you a picture"?
sure
thanx
BYE
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