i spent two months living in athens with my then-boyfriend before he moved up here to seattle. one day, he was an artist, and when a friend of his was having a show, he went (i had a headache that day and stayed home, dammit).
he was standing there talking to his friend when some bald guy came up and said many nice things about the guy’s work. matt (the ex-boyfriend) didn’t understand why compliments from a random bald guy. after the bald guy left, they had this conversation:
the friend: wow! michael stipe likes my artwork!
matt: he was here?
the friend (once he picked his jaw up off the floor): that was him.
oops.
he left