Many months ago, I read a blog interview given by a very good friend of mine to a lovely young woman on a social site of which I was a member.  I didn’t know the young woman, but my friend recommend that we check out her profile, so I went to do so.  It was private, so I asked her to add me, which she did. 

I looked at her page and found it very interesting because of the statements she made, the content of her blogs, and her own beauty. I left her a glowing comment.  I still didn’t recognize her and thought she must be a dancer or something.

She responded very nicely and sweetly to me.  Then she soon visited my personal webpage and left a flattering comment about my art and told me she would have to send her friend, a famous actor to see it, that he enjoyed up and coming artists and liked to support them.  This caused me to google her name, and I found that I may be friends with a well known actress that everybody but me seemed to know.  I will call her Ivy.  It made no difference who she was.  She seemed very nice and I liked her.  There was a little niggle of uncertainty.  I knew that people pose as celebrities all the time.  But she was so nice.  She encouraged me to invite her actor friend, that I will call Greg, also a member of the site, to be my friend, and was sure that he would have an interest in my art.

Well, you know, as a struggling artist, it was hard not to consider what a wondrous break such a thing could mean for me.  I stalled out of shyness, but Ivy urged me to add him.  She had, by now, given me her personal email and we discussed it.  She told me to do it and then I would be friends with the nicest man in show business.  I invited him.  And then I removed my invitation because I didn’t want Greg to see me as someone who was after his friendship because of his status and the potential for me to profit by it.  So, he then invited me.