It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility, since he was friends with the lead singer of the band we were going to see, but I was nevertheless surprised. I am not good around famous people, not because I want to throw myself at them, but because I want to actively ignore them to the point where they are aware I am ignoring them so that they know I'm not trying to be a bother.
I failed in this miserably. Because, because, because while I went to get my second drink and a club soda for Reg, she politely went over to say hi. I was just about to tell her something when I turned around and there she was talking to Darren. We say hello and shake hands.
I then proceed to accuse him of cockblocking me (not specifying that I mean my attempt to talk to Reg). He apologizes very vociferously. There is much confusion. He then tells me very seriously that he never wants to be a cockblock, because he is "in favor of...of...cockbuilding."
Cue me clamping my lips together so that I don't laugh in his face, thanking god the bartender distracts him so that I can make my getaway.
Dearest everybody, Darren Criss is in favor of cockbuilding. I don't know what that is, but I'm sure it's titillating. And apparently I'm the sort of person who accuses Darren of cockblocking people.
Dear God, let me never meet Alexander Skarsgard or Timothy Olyphant.