I 
had two margaritas under my belt. I wasn't as drunk as I was "feeling the vibe." (I'm a lightweight and a cheap date.) So, of course, like a complete idiot, I take the opportunity to introduce myself to the beautiful Jonathan Rhys-Meyers while he innocently stood smoking a cigarette outside the [gay-ish Hell's Kitchen] restaurant we both patronized. Below is the exciting recap of the 30 seconds I spent with him.
Me: Is your name Jonathan?
Rhys-Meyers (with an Irish accent): Yes. Yes, it is.
Me: Wow. It's a pleasure to meet you. Uh. So . . . how's the cigarette tonight?
Rhys-Meyers: It's good, thanks. What's your name?
[Jonathan extends his hand. I take it and shake it.]
Me: Josh. My name is Josh.
Rhys-Meyers: It's nice to meet you.
Me: You, too. Well, I don't mean to bother you. Have a good night.
Rhys-Meyers: You too.
I want to note that, in real life, he looks more like Joaquin Pheonix than Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. Which is odd because he actually is Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. But, still, I thought he might have been Joaquin. Of course, that could have been the result of my pathetic resistance to alcohol. Which is why I don't usually drink. Because I make a complete ass of myself (even more than usual) and say inappropriate things and approach famous people and ask them to describe for me, a perfect stranger, exactly how different the cigarette they're smoking is from the thousands they've smoked before it. I mean, what did I expect? A dissertation? A crotch grap? Fellatio?
Thank god I didn't break out my camera. Because that would have been tacky.
--Josh K.
LOL...this made me giggle. :-)
Posted by: The Other Brian | February 17, 2006 at 01:17 AM
You have such restraint. I think I would have jumped him right there. (Though the smoking is a turn-off.)
Posted by: peter | February 17, 2006 at 09:58 AM
You're hilarious . . . Impossible to know what might actually sound interesting in one's attempt to make conversation with the beautiful, rich and famous. Besides, the Irish accent is enough to throw any respectable person off their game.
Posted by: Ellie | February 17, 2006 at 10:24 AM
I probably would have said "Oh my god, I LOVED you in Walk the Line!" He'd of been more likely to remember me then. :)
Posted by: Dave | February 17, 2006 at 11:31 AM
you're too funny... no worries, i probably would've done something really stupid like cry or hyperventilate. gorgeous men with hot accents tend to do that to me.
when you run into sjp is when i'll be really jealous...
Posted by: brooke | February 17, 2006 at 11:34 AM
Come to Atlanta - the drinks are on me.
Posted by: ThatGuy | February 17, 2006 at 11:44 AM
Josh K:
It was so great that you were drunk! Otherwise, none of us would have had the balls to go up to him. And the story would have been: “We saw Jonathan Rhys-Meyers at a restaurant.” That would have been relatively boring.
Cute, drunk, 24-year-olds can get away with a lot in this town. You should take advantage of the opportunities while you can.
As always, great to see the two of you...
Posted by: eric | February 17, 2006 at 12:28 PM
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers had me at hello. He is so striking. Walk the Line was sickening though. But right in line after Jake G., Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is my shining star.
Posted by: Dexter | February 17, 2006 at 01:28 PM
Damn he is hot!
Posted by: Roy | February 17, 2006 at 02:08 PM
i'm so so so jealous. so jealous.
Posted by: jeremy | February 17, 2006 at 02:56 PM
Josh- I love you... and that's about all I have to say.
Posted by: Elin | February 17, 2006 at 05:53 PM
Next time you meet him hand him a copy of THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE and say, "You should make a movie based on this book and star as Kieran." And then he'll say, "Okay." And then you can help with cinematography and design the posters
Posted by: timothy | February 17, 2006 at 06:11 PM
I must now discontinue reading your blog. To ease the tension after the particular drawings printed in Norway (, Denmark etc.) we have promised not to visit internet sites with explicit sex, gay or other immoral content.
Yes. I'm kidding :)
Nevertheless, I won't be visiting for a week or so, so don't post more than I can read next Sunday... My latest post explains our whereabouts should anyone wonder!
Posted by: Scholiast | February 17, 2006 at 06:18 PM
Josh, I say this with all due respect and adoration:
YOU BASTARD!
I only wish I could have run into Johnny-I heart him!
Posted by: Michael | February 17, 2006 at 06:41 PM
i woulda bummed a light off him.
Posted by: nick | February 17, 2006 at 10:55 PM
You met him and all you could talk about was ciggies? :O
Paul
Posted by: Paul | February 18, 2006 at 02:49 AM
I love celebrity sightings. Though not JRM, a couple of weeks ago I was in a Chelsea home accessories store and Reese Witherspoon and I discussed towels. It was weird, standing there with Elle, discussing whether she should go with celadon or celary colored bath towels.
She was sweet.
Posted by: Jon-Marc | February 18, 2006 at 08:31 AM
Hopefully JRM will follow into Brad Pitt's footsteps and start looking for a gay role. Ideally as Pitt's love interest.
Posted by: queerbeacon | February 21, 2006 at 02:21 AM
I would have giggled like a schoolgirl then, threw him on the ground and well...you know the rest. Fortunatly, we both probably would have shared a cell later that same night. What a fantasy.
Posted by: Amy | July 31, 2007 at 05:29 PM
i would have got out my camera and given him a hug and never let go lol
Posted by: sarah | October 12, 2008 at 08:15 PM