During my second year of high school the local indie movie theater was holding a screening of Blazing Saddles, and Gene Wilder was there to talk about the movie and sign autographs. I went because I was a fan of the movie, but in the week leading up to it I got it in my head that i needed to tell Gene Wilder about my fetish. I felt like if I told him it would make me feel more comfortable with it myself, as I was still really insecure about it and didn't know anyone I could talk about it with (I'm still insecure now but I don't care as much.)
Anyway, I went and saw the movie. When it finished, Gene Wilder got up and answered some questions about his role. Then he sat down at a table so people could come meet him and get autographs. I waited in line (nervously) going over what I would say. When I got up to him I shook his hand and said something like "It's nice to meet you, I loved you in Willy Wonka." He was very friendly, he said it was his favorite role and signed a little poster for me and I almost just left it at that, but when he handed it to me I just blurted it out, "yeah the scene where the girl turns into a blueberry gave me a fetish for girls inflating like balloons, isn't that weird heh." He looked at me like he didn't understand at first and then all friendliness dropped from his face and was replaced with disgust and fear. I think he thought I was going to shoot him or something. I was stuttering really hard and thought he might think I was a pedo, so I corrected myself and said "WOMEN inflating like balloons," and then laughed REALLY hard and uncomfortably like I was joking. He just stared at me, like I was pissing on the floor in front of him. I was beginning to really lose my shit at that point so I just walked away, I didn't even grab the poster. As I was leaving I heard him quietly call me a jackass. I left the theater and tried to get as far away as I could, I literally felt ill and was basically suicidal for a week.
>>38262638
such is the fate of the socially inept
>>38262638
dont fret anon the alzthiemers made him forget
and im positive he's seen and heard weirder shit, he WAS in hollywood during the 70s afterall
I'm pretty sure if the write for the Chocolate Factory book ever heard of our fetish, that dude would fucking haunt us all.