It was the summer of 2004 in New York City. I was in Washington Square Park and so was he – Justin Theroux, that is; the ultra-talented yet under-the-radar character actor I’d had a terrible crush on ever since I saw his portrayal of a Northern Irish mobster in Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle.*
Justin Theroux played the director in Mulholland Drive. He played cuckolded Joe on Season Three of Six Feet Under. He was the Evil DJ in Zoolander. A brilliant actor, and not bad on the eyes, either.
*No judging; it was the in-flight movie on my way to London.
I’d just moved to Greenwich Village – dazed and grateful after finding a rent stabilized apartment on the east side of the park. I worked nights then, and was secretly thrilled to discover that Justin Theroux lived in the area when my walks home coincided with him taking his dogs out for a moonlight whiz in the Washington Square dog run. After I’d run into him a few times, he began to nod my way when he saw me. I’d casually nod back.
‘Sup, Justin. You were totally awesome as the cowboy douche in “Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion.”
Except I never said a word. Why would I? We were strangers, and I was a supposedly jaded New Yorker. I’d seen dozens of celebrities, even if, admittedly, none I admired so much and definitely none who recognized me. Nodding at Justin on my way home from work was a nice cap to the day.
One night, I crossed the park and glanced over at the dog run – I didn’t see Justin. But the run was otherwise full of dogs scampering after each other and fetching twigs. I stood in front of the run for a few seconds, watching two Jack Russell Terriers play. And, sure, I suppose I thought it would have been cool if Justin had showed up. Or Janeane Garofalo for that matter – I often saw her walking her dogs in the neighborhood, too.
Washington Square Park by night: visnup
Now, the Washington Square Park dog run is surrounded by a chain link fence. That fence is surrounded by shrubs. Since it was dark, I was bending forward, close to the shrubs, to see what was happening in the run.
I heard a soft cough and looked up. It was Justin Theroux, staring right at me from inside the dog run.
“Hey,” he said. Where had he been this whole time – hidden behind a pillar? If it hadn’t been dark, I’m sure he would have seen me turn bright red as I continued to peer through the bushes.
What must he think? Well, I had been hoping he’d show up, hadn’t I? What did that make me, anyway?
Mortified – that’s what. My heart was pounding. My palms were slick with sweat.
He was waiting. I had to say something. I’d say something logical. I’d say something that didn’t make me look like a complete stalker whackjob.
I said, “Dogs are fun to watch at night.”
If he was puzzled, he didn’t show it. I nodded at him curtly and scurried away. After that, I started taking the long way home from work, skirting the fringes of the park.
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