What the fuck do I do with all this fandom? With all this support? All these dreamy notions of meeting him, befriending him, facing him… him and Phil meeting at my wedding. And for what? For fucking what? For rejection? For embarrassment?

The rational mind kicks in: “Just because you are his fan doesn’t mean he has to…”

Blah, blah, blah. Shut the fuck up.

Ouch. It hit like a break up.

“If I could get a call back from Kell Brook’s manager versus “her,” I would choose the manager. That’s what I had been saying.