On my blog, Your LL Bean Boyfriend, I often get messages from readers who tell me that they have seen an LLBBF in person and wanted to take a picture of him from afar/wondered if they should/wondered if I had pictures of my own. For example:
My answer to this query is always , since I am a mostly sane person, don’t do it! It’s super weird. WHAT IF after you take your creepshot of this person, he decides to come over and hit on you? What if then you go on a date and hit it off? And then you move in together and get engaged? How do you explain this creepy paparazzi picture of him from before you’ve met without sounding like a psychopath? Then the wedding is off and you’re the spinster sister forced to write a newspaper column relying only on the allure of your family’s name. Wait, I’m getting confused with Downton Abbey. Anyway, don’t do it. It’s so weird.
Of course, this creepshotting trend is something that is hard to avoid. Have I done it before? Duh, I was 12 once. But I am now a grown woman, so if I see an attractive man in public I generally just stare at him from afar like a normal person or attempt to make a casual, non-awkward introduction when I accidentally bump his arm later (it never works out, don’t try that either, romantic comedies lie).
Here I am in Paris in 2011, breaking my own rule, possibly unintentionally (my friend was taking the picture of me and my crêpe!) but probably not because let’s be real, that guy was a babe.
I mean, this one is fairly innocent. This guy just happens to be in the background. Sometimes that can’t be helped. But seriously, don’t go around taking pictures of random people you think are attractive. It’s a weird thing to do, and there’s a huge risk of this hot stranger noticing you taking a picture of him and then thinking you’re creepy, which you are.