I have decided that this will be the final installment of what I have come to refer to (lovingly) as the Adam Richman blog trilogy.
Of the previous five blogs I posted on this site, two of them were about Adam Richman in some way. This will be the third of six. That is 50% of my blogs. I feel like I should be writing for Tiger Beat Magazine. Win a dream date with Adam Richman. Oy.
There are a couple of reasons to write this particular blog. One is to reassure Adam Richman that although it potentially looks like I’m stalking him, and in the broadest definition of the word I suppose it’s possible, that I am: 1) likely the most harmless stalker ever to take up the craft and 2) not really sure if it is I who is stalking Adam or he who is stalking me. Let me explain.
Before last year I had no idea who Adam Richman was. I was recovering from the minor setback of having my entire world crash down around me–a breakup of the highest magnitude and the loss of a job that meant the world to me. So I had tons of time on my hands.
Those who know me know what I do with extra time. I read and think about things that make most people’s heads spin. Things like philosophy, religion, metaphysics, quantum physics, time travel, aliens, you name it. If it can boggle the mind and confound logic and reason, I want to think about it. These interests carried me through the darkest part of last year. But there does come a time, especially when one is struggling with difficult emotions, where thinking too hard becomes exhausting. So I turned on the TV.
As I have explained in previous blogs, I don’t watch much television. Mostly because I have been either in school or studying for the bar exam for most of the past 10 years.
Because of this, my TV watching habits have mostly revolved around food shows. Food Network is something I can have on while still thinking about things like time travel or the definition of consciousness…or constitutional law. One day I was flipping channels and came across the Travel Channel’s show Man v. Food and decided to watch. I have to admit my curiosity was morbidly piqued. Eating contests have always been like that for me. On a fundamental level I don’t get it, but I wonder what makes people do that, so I can’t turn away.
The first time I watched MvF, I simultaneously went Eeeww and OMG, how adorable is he?! Adam Richman is a cutie pie. Super duper cutie pie in my opinion.
I was grateful for MvF because my overtaxed brain needed a rest and my soul needed to laugh, which I did, a lot. This guy has an awesome personality to go with his cutie cute face and his omg beautiful eyes. I admit it, I was ever so slightly smitten.
Then, Adam Richman started invading my dreams.
Now I’m not normally the kind of person who dreams vividly or remembers dreams. But as of this morning, two of the most vivid dreams of my recent life have been about Adam Richman. And one of them wasn’t even naughty. That’s the one I’m going to tell about, not only because it wasn’t naughty so it won’t embarrass me, but it was one of the most interesting paranormal experiences of my life and there were colored ponies doing acrobatics.
In my dream I was in a place that was supposed to be Portland, but had a distinctly East coast look to it. I was shopping and browsing through antique stores and shops. I stopped in what looked like a brew pub to have lunch. It looked like a typical Portland brew pub with lots of dark wood and benches for seating. The pub had an area that was a sort of gift shop/newsstand which I decided to visit before going back out onto the street. I picked up a magazine, Portland Monthly, a lovely local publication, probably not big on the East coast. This edition had Adam Richman on the cover. I was very excited because I had been watching Man v. Food and had a little crush. As I was fawning over the magazine, someone behind me spoke. I turned around and there stood Adam Richman, which I thought was way cool. I did the normal gushy fan thing, the omg I love your show, blah, blah, blah…and asked him to autograph the magazine that I apparently stole in the dream because I don’t remember paying for it. But that’s beside the point. He writes on the magazine and hands it back to me and then disappears out of my dream. I could clearly read the writing on the magazine and it said thanks for watching my show, I appreciate the support, etc. It went on to say, “I live up in Chelsea if you ever want to hang out” (tee hee) and listed a phone number.
The dream just became silly after that. I went outside to window shop and there were people walking horses like they were dogs. Then I stopped at a huge mansion with a giant manicured yard with an iron fence around it. In the yard there were horses of several colors, mostly purple and pink, doing cartwheels and other acrobatics. I loved the horses so much! But then I woke up.
After I woke up I was in a fog trying to figure out what just happened and I remembered the dream in such detail it was as if I had traveled somewhere during my sleep. I went downstairs and told my roommate about it and mentioned that I could read the writing on the magazine and that I didn’t know of any place called Chelsea, but that I could remember the area code, it was 212. He was at his computer so he googled Chelsea and area code 212 and found that in fact, that is the area code for Chelsea, a neighborhood in Manhattan. We both got a little freaked out about this because I didn’t even know the place existed and I have never known anyone in that area code. I didn’t even know if it was an area code.
Over the next several weeks, the number 212 came up three times connected to the name Chelsea. Once on Food Network on a show about the Jiffy Baking mix company in Chelsea, MI where they cook their baking mix at exactly 212 degrees. Then I was at the bank and saw an advertisement for their convenient new deposit system that displayed a $212 deposit. My clerk? Chelsea. Then on Feburary 12 I was at a pub with a friend who was very excited for me to meet probably the only friend of hers I hadn’t already met. Chelsea.
Needless to say the dream got my attention, although nothing more has come of it than Adam Richman being in one of the weirdest dreams I have ever had.
So I’ve continued to watch Man v. Food and have continued to be a little giggly every time I see his face, but my Adam Richman thing now spills over to the internet and Twitter.
I signed up for a Twitter account, but didn’t use it much until a couple of months ago. And other than enjoying watching him and that funky dream, I hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about Adam Richman, but for some reason he was one of the first people I started following when I actually started following people on Twitter. And he has something to do with why I am still at it. Again, let me explain.
After I started gaining followers on Twitter, being me, I quickly became impatient that it was taking so long to get followers. I was putting in some work on this Twitter thing. In a couple months’ time I had tweeted something like 1200 times. That’s not all that easy. Anyway, the following wasn’t growing as fast as I thought it would and I started getting bored. And I thought about abandoning my new hobby. Then one day I responded to something Adam Richman posted on Twitter and he sent me a reply.
I nearly came unglued. I was so excited. You would have thought the Queen of England or the Dalai Lama had texted me or something. Immediately I dispatched an OMG text to a friend. And since that day Adam Richman has posted things I have felt compelled to respond to. Not because I’m so eager to connect with him that I will jump at any opportunity, but because he says things that speak to my heart.
Other than the massive meat consumption, he and I seem to be coming from the same perspective. Love for family, friends and the world in general and seeing the positive in life. My heart responds to that. I can’t help it.
So after having yet another dream about him, suffice to say the one that can’t be written about, I begin to wonder who’s the stalker here. I like you Adam, but could you please get out of my head!! Or alternatively, could you come back to Portland so I can watch you film your show and meet you in person? Either way works for me.
And just so you know, even if I am stalking you, I’ll only do it by computer and I won’t be obnoxious because I really am a mostly respectable girl with a law degree (knowing the stalking laws) and I would never truly impose on you because that is rude and I am well mannered.
KarunaMettaCAT
