An Open Letter to Hayden Christensen

Dear Amazing Hayden, Although I realize the possibility of you actually ever reading this is very slim, I couldn't let this moment pass without thanking you for how surprisingly kind and genuine you were tonight. I'm not sure many (or, let's face it, any) other actors would look favorably at three possibly-a-tad-bit-crazed-from-the-heat fans following him from an appearance all the way up Laurel Canyon in bad traffic and then into a private residence. To be fair, we thought you were going to dinner; it wasn't our intent to end up in a private driveway with your car and our car. That was awkward. Instead of calling the cops, running inside, having us arrested, or flying off the handle, you were a perfect gentleman - taking multiple pictures with me (since my camera wasn't working properly - as evidenced above), my friends, and also signing a multitude of autographs. We love you, Hayden. Meeting you was a true joy. I also wanted to thank you for calling me sweetie when you said, "Sweetie, I think your car is rolling down the hill." It was. In all my excitement, apparently I failed to put the car into gear. Who knew that the emergency brake renders itself of no use when the car is in gear? I just learned something new. Your prompt attention to the matter (and, again, for not calling the cops) was appreciated. Thank you, Hayden, for being as nice as I'd always heard you were. I'm blown away by your actions and will count myself as one of your biggest fans from this point forward (not that I wasn't before....but you might've just found a place in my Top Ten). Much love and devotion, Pinky Lovejoy