There are two sides to all celebrities: The squeaky-clean images forced upon the public by PR reps and their actual personalities. To provide you with a glimpse into the real Hollywood characters are Mollygood's very own readers, telling tales of celebrity encounters big and small. Up this week: yourmom's run-in with John Mayer.

I was a sophmore in college and had a small on-campus apartment with a couple of friends. Randomly, when I was drunk one night, I met this kid named Frank. Frank was nice enough — albeit a bit weird — and we got to talking about music. He asked me if I liked the song "Your Body Is a Wonderland" (this was when it was big), and I told him that I hate John Mayer's music because its whiney and sappy and so not my style.

The next day Frank called me and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him and a couple of his friends. I didn't have any plans, so I went. We decided to see Dirty Pretty Things. One of Frank's friends was this skinny guy named John — taller than Frank, kinda awkward and he wore his hood the whole time. The other was some chick whose name escapes me currently.

After the movie, we were hanging out and John was being all weird and trying to be mysterious. I totally called him out and told him I thought he was a sketchball. They said they were going to go drive around in a limo and drink champagne, but I decided they were a bit too shady for my liking and headed home. The chick was going the same direction as me and as soon as we walked away was like, "Do you know who that was? That's John Mayer, didn't you know that?" She proceeded to gush to me about how awesome he is and how she totally did coke with him at some party the night before. I was pretty unimpressed. Not only is his music crappy, but he's weird and not awesome.

A few days later, Frank, John and I met up for coffee. They were both still sketchy and on lots of coke, so I decided I probably wasn't going to hang out with them anymore. John did, however, invite me to go to NYC next time he went. I told him to call me and walked away without giving him my number. Needless to say, he didn't ever call.

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