This past weekend, I went to the local gas station to fill up my tank and grab a 6pack of Shock Top Ale. I was cooking mexican food, and a citrus-infused beer sounded good.
That cashier starts gushing... "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a famous celebrity?"
Sometime's I'd fib and go "yeah, we're cousins..." but most time I'd be honest and say there's no relation. I'd take it as a compliment, sometimes as a flirt, but either way it made me smile.
But this isn't who the cashier was comparing me to. She had a hard time spitting it out, and was naming movies I haven't seen...
"He was in Accepted, did you see that? No? Hmmm... Oh I know! He's that luau waiter dude from Forgetting Sarah Marshall!"
So, I'm not Tobey anymore...
(which is better than "McLovin," but not by much...)
I don't weigh any more than I did 6 or 7 years ago (a little less, if anything...) but it seems to show a little more. I'm working on that (I know, beer isn't the answer) but I don't see it.
First off, my hair isn't curly. I would say that I keep my short n curly's in my pants, but I manscape (TMI). I'm not sporting the 'fro like he is, and I can't peg myself as "The silly, lovable fat sidekick" like he is in a lot of movies.
Jonah Hill has lost a lot of weight recently.
I'm funny. I'm extroverted. I can flirt and charm my way out of a paper bag. But am I the movie stereotype?
Am I Jonah Hill? Chris Farley? John Candy?
Am I the lovable chunker? Because if I am, thank you, it's still a huge compliment, but I'd rather not be.
Back to the gym, I guess...
|...and I thought I looked more like|
a sexier, American Daniel Craig...