the creepiest thing i've ever done

I usually don't post twice in a day, but since the last one was kind of sad and because something amazing (and by amazing I mean incredibly creepy of me) happened tonight, I'm making an exception.

Tonight, Pong, Cong Cong and I went to this place called The Village, which is basically this enormous shopping mall with the world's largest Adidas store. (As Pong said, China is obsessed with having the biggest, the longest, the --est. . . overcompensating? Hmm. . .) She dropped Cong Cong and me off to go park the car and said she'd meet as McDonald's. So Cong Cong and I are waiting in line at McDonald's when I see the most amazingly handsome boy I've ever seen (who was not a former Armani model).

I immediately whip out my phone and text the people I know will appreciate it the most: Garbo, Kat and Phuong. After describing said boy to all three friends, they demand pics or STFU. I refuse. I'm not that forward, I say. And I'm not.

Cong Cong and I leave McDonald's to find Pong and I wax poetic about this beautiful guy to her. She immediately wants to see him. I know my face turned bright red (like it does) and I kept repeating no, no, he'll know. . . but Pong was not to be swayed. She asked Cong Cong if he had seen said 帅哥 and he says of course! And takes her hand and leads her to the guy. And POINTS.

I'm dying. Pong makes me sit down and drink my Coke approximately 10 feet away from where he's sitting, while saying I should take a picture with him because he is so handsome. I keep refusing, saying it's weird, he'll think I'm weird, etc, etc. He keeps looking over, because he has to know we're talking about him (beautiful people always know).  And so we leave.

After wandering around the mall for a while, we go into the Apple Store, where I covet a new iPhone...and see the guy. With three of his friends. And this time Pong won't take no for an answer. Gripping my arm as tightly as she can, she drags me over to them and starts talking. And introduces me.

(Just so you know, I'm dead from losing so much face. My 面子 is completely 丢ed.)

So we chat for a bit, and I'm hoping that's enough for Pong, but nope. She chirps, "Take a picture?" to the guys. And they blink a little, then say, "Sure!" And insist that I'm in the middle.

For your viewing pleasure: my ultimate creepstar moment.

The one on the far right was the one I saw in McDonald's. The others are 还可以.

Oh and ps--got the one in bright blue's email. So I can email him this picture. Bow down at the altar of my creepstarness. Or Pong's creepstarness, I should say.