Sawyer Sighting Part III: The Day I Met Diane

     They say third time's a charm, and my budding relationship with Diane Sawyer is no exception. Today was the third time I've seen her, and today was the first time we spoke. Here's the story: So, the newsroom was, for some odd reason, crazy this afternoon. No breaking news, nothing special going on, just significantly more hoppin' than usual. So I was pretty busy, and continued to suppress my need to pee. Finally I gave in, pulled myself away from the computer, and decided to go. I was a little on edge and stressed because of everything I'd been doing and the phone was ringing off the hook, and as I was walked to the bathroom, there was a woman walking toward me, and then we both had to turn the corner to walk to the bathroom. I ended up being a few strides behind her. Along the way, I kind of thought to myself, "what if that was Diane," but I was too drained to put too much thought into it. The woman ahead of me was wearing some clunky, but comfortable, looking shoes and was noticeably shorter than I'd remembered. As she walked to the bathroom, two people came from around another corner, and one of them said "hello" outloud to her, but it was obvious that the she didn't personally know the woman ahead of me. So I wondered to myself, "why did that lady just say hi to someone she barely knows? Do you think it's Diane..." So I'd decided at that point that it probably was, but without makeup or anything. 
     So we get into the bathroom, and she chose the first stall. (I always try to get that one because they say it's the cleanest--she must've known that too!) So, trying not to be a creep, just in case it was her, I went into the third stall. Personal space. Then, this time trying to be a creep, I timed it so that we'd end up washing our hands together, so I could find out once and for all if it were her or not. So I'm at the sink washing my hands, and from behind she walks to the sink next to me, and our eyes meet in the mirror, and I realized it was her. Romantic, huh? 

Haha, so, quite calmly and enervatedly I said, "Ooh Diane, I always thought that our first encounter would be far more glamorous than this." To which she laughed and replied, "Doesn't get more glamorous than the bathroom."

    Bahaha, then we shared an intimate little laugh, and she welcomed me to ABC and said it was pleasure to have me. Lol, not exactly how I'd imagined meeting Diane Sawyer, but not too shabby!