I personally know some minor celebs, nobody who is huge. Also, when I was dating my fiancee, she Google stalked me, saw that I had some listings for books I'd written and a major film I had a bit role in, some news clippings, articles I'd written,and she asked me, dripping with distaste, "You're not some sort of celebrity, are you?" I had to reassure her that I was not, in any meaningful sense, a celeb.
Also, true story: Interviewing for a writing job with a magazine. Editor takes me to a bistro for lunch. It's crowded and noisy. I'm focused on impressing her and getting the position. A couple sits down next to us; the dude is completely in my space, his elbow up against me as he eats. I do my best to ignore them; I'm here to get a job. Finally the couple gets up and leaves, and the editor says, "You are so cool."
Why, I ask?
"Brad Pitt and Gwynneth Paltrow sit next to you for lunch, and you don't even blink about it. You are seriously cool."
Um, sure, I said, it's not as though I could be phased by Brad and Gwynneth. I'm, um, too cool for that. (Dunno if she ever figured out I was just ignoring my environment or not.)
Move to New York, get a job at a modeling agency. Not as a model, mind you; just sign up to be an office drone of some sort. You'll be around more shockingly good-looking women than you can count, and there will be very few men to compete for attention. Or, if you don't like those odds, sharpen up your portfolio and seek employment in New York as a video director.
Or, alternatively, move to LA and become a cocaine dealer.
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