Let’s talk about something very important.
Something that has recently taken over a chunk of my emotional and imaginary real estate:
Pedro Pascal.
I don’t know how or when it happened – probably somewhere between that AirPods commercial or the few episodes of The Last of Us I’ve seen, and some random interview clip where he laughed in that charming, slightly raspy, beautifully chaotic way – but suddenly, Pedro Pascal became my celebrity crush. Like, the kind of crush that makes your brain go “what if he saw me across a parking lot and just knew?”
Because yes, I daydream.
And in these daydreams, Pedro is somewhere in LA (obviously in a linen shirt and sunglasses), he’s sipping overpriced coffee and scanning the crowd… and then BAM.
He sees me.
From miles away.
Our eyes lock. The world slows. Doves fly.
He smiles like he’s just spotted a rare flower in a field of beige.
He walks over, gently pulls off his sunglasses, and says,
“I don’t usually do this… but I think you’re the one.”
(Meanwhile, in real life, I’m wearing my “just running errands” outfit that somehow includes both a coffee stain and socks that don’t match.)
But here’s the kicker.
As much as I enjoy these Pedro-themed romantic daydreams, the reality is…
If I actually saw Pedro Pascal in person?
Like in real life, like walking past me at Target or casually breathing the same air at a café?
I would absolutely panic.
My fight-or-flight response would pick bush camouflage.
I’d pull a full-on Homer Simpson gif and melt backwards into the nearest plant.
Zero confidence.
Negative chill.
Just me, watching from behind a merch display, whispering “he’s so pretty” into the void.
I’d probably want to ask for a picture. I’d probably even try to work up the courage.
But knowing me? I’d stand there awkwardly, half-hovering, debating whether it’s the right moment, until the moment is gone and all that’s left is regret and a blurry mental snapshot of the back of his head.
So yes, Pedro Pascal is my current celebrity crush.
And no, I will never speak to him.
Not because I don’t want to – but because if I did, my soul would leave my body.
Still… if you’re reading this, Pedro:
I promise I’m cool and mysterious and interesting.
I just might need you to approach first and maybe give me like… a 10-minute warning.
Or a tranquilizer dart. Either way, I’ll be emotionally ready eventually.
Love, Loops