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Contributed by: Kathleen Melton on 2/28/2008

George Clooney touched my face. Seriously. Everyone I tell this to reacts the same, "Nuh-uh," as my 13 year-old niece might say. But it's true!

I got onto an elevator at the Kodak Theatre after the Oscar telecast was finished and as I turned around to face the front of the elevator and stare up at the numbers like we all do, George Clooney and his girlfriend, Sarah Larson, walked on.

The doors closed right after them, and all of a sudden I was mute. I glanced at Keith, wide eyed, "Oh my God!" was what I wanted to shout!

After that initial awkward elevator pause, Sarah mentioned that her dress was heavy. "It's beautiful," I remarked, wanting to engage them both in conversation.

We only had four floors to go up! So I stammered, "I will never again buy a gown that ties around my neck - it's killing me!" Both George and Sarah looked at my neck as I dramatically tugged at the strings.

"It's really red," George said. "Does it hurt?" Sarah asked. Then, it happened. "It also looks like somebody tagged you," George said, lifting his right arm toward me, and then gently, with great care, he rubbed away on my left cheek what appeared to him to be a lipstick mark. As though someone had kissed my cheek there. Only, no one had.

To this day I am sure no one had. But he saw something and felt the need to "fix" me, and I let him. The elevators door opened. I thanked him (I think), he smiled and walked off with Sarah.

I don't remember if I said anything else as they were walking away. All kinds of things went through my mind - everything from the mundane to the outright obnoxious.

But before I could gather my wits, the elevator was on its way down - their floor was not our floor. Again I turned to Keith and this time was able to say out-loud, "Oh my God! George Clooney just stroked my face!" Keith laughed.

Then the woman who had witnessed the whole thing - the woman whose job it was that night to be the elevator attendant - broke her silence, "You don't know him?" she asked in pure awe.

"No!" I replied.

"I thought for sure you all were good friends," she continued. It was then that I saw her face for the first time, and on her face was the realization that the brief exchange she witnessed by what she assumed were people well known to each other and to others - the comparing of dresses, the oddly intimate way George rubbed lipstick off my cheek, the smiles and courtesies - was actually between complete strangers...and that it could have happened to her.

She was flabbergasted at that possibility. In that moment, I saw my own reaction in her and shared the moment.

Let me just say that I am not a "star struck" person. I have attended several events surrounded by countless celebrities. I actually even know a few. For the most part, they are just people who want the same things you and I (the ordinary people) do.

Obviously there are exceptions, and on Oscar night I had to make one of my own. I became star struck, not in the moment, but after the moment was over.

I was practically giddy. I called a girlfriend. And another. And then I called my mom and dad. I just had to share that George Clooney touched my face! (This behavior is very uncharacteristic of me).

But as I reflect on the event after some time has passed (a whole three days), I realize that the four of us - me, George, Sarah and Keith - shared a common moment that evening. We experienced a sameness, if you will, in where we were and what we were experiencing, thus, a brief bond of acceptance and equality was created.

So now, I consider us friends (No, I am not a stalker, just a little off my rocker). George is obviously very tender and caring and Sarah is very funny and approachable. And of course, both are even better looking in person. What else could anyone want in new friends?

So, George and Sarah, if you are reading this, feel free to contact me. I'd love to have you over for dinner. I make a mean spaghetti sauce.

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