How I Met The Doctor
When I was in Los Angeles in June, my friend Jake and I were milling around outside the Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theater waiting for another friend to put us on the list for his show.
While we waited, we decided to go into a bookstore we’d passed and look around. We’d been in there for about fifteen minutes when the door jangled open. Over a row of video tapes, I spotted a young man in a leather jacket with shaggy hair. He had rushed into the shop and was anxiously going through a few books on the shelves. He seemed to be looking for something and was annoyed when he couldn’t find it.
I watched him. When he looked up, my brain did a flip flop. He looked really familiar. He looked….he looked like someone I knew, maybe? No, that wasn’t it. He looked like a celebrity…he…was he a celebrity? All of a sudden it came at me like a rush. It was the Doctor.
At that point in my life, I’d never seen an episode of Doctor Who. I’d seen .gifs and stills on Tumblr though. His face is unmistakable.
“What’s up?” Jake asked, realizing I was staring at some dude as he rifled through pages in books.
“I think he’s from Doctor Who,” I whispered. “I’m not sure. I don’t watch it.”
