It's been kind of a joke for me lately, that I've been recognized more and more as I travel in public. On my trip to Manchester, I was recognized twice. The first was when I boarded the plane in Portland. A very sweet girl from Salem asked me, "Don't you write for Curve magazine?" She was on her way to a domestic violence conference in the mid-west.
The second person was in Manchester at Pride. She kept looking at me and asking me if we knew each other. I had a suspicion that she probably recognized me from Curve, but I didn't let on at first. I let her ask me all the usual questions: "Where do you live?" "Have you ever worked for Delta?" (She was a flight attendant from Delta, hanging out at Pride on her layover.) Finally I asked her if she ever read Curve magazine. I told her I write for Curve and then it all clicked for her. We hung out the rest of the night drinking and checking out girls.
It's still fun and a novelty for me to get recognized in public. If you introduce yourself to me and ask to take a picture, I would gladly oblige. Once I was at a concert and saw someone secretly taking my picture with her cell phone. That creeped me out a little. Not sure if Ms. Beals felt the same way. Since I know how it feels --- obviously not on the same level -- I would always ask before taking someone's picture.