It was a bad day overall for my family and I. Three rides had shut down while we were on them and Spiderman (one of my personal favorites) was shut down all day. Nevertheless, we all shrugged it off and moved on with our lives. 

While walking through Superhero Land, or whatever they call it there, I see Captain America standing on the side of the street taking pictures with people. Now, I will be honest with you guys, usually I hate taking photos with guys in costumes at theme parks because they are usually ugly, gay, or anti-social and weird. Therefore, I never get any joy from walking up to them and taking a picture because without the suit they are nothing. Just a boy. 

This time was different though. This time I walked passed Captain America expecting a fake muscle suit with a wimpy guy underneath. But, I had to double-take because what I saw was not what I expected. He was muscular. Like actually muscular, not fat. And he had a gleaming smile from cheek to cheek with a deep voice that sounded a bit like warm honey sliding down your throat. 

Naturally, I ran in line to get a picture and turned into 13-year-old me, who decided that she would plan the wedding here and now. 

After waiting in line for about 10 minutes a lady came up to us and said, "Okay, that was the last person, Captain America will be out at 7:30 for more pictures." I looked at her and back to Captain America and then back to her. This was not happening. The one time I find an actual real look-alike to Chris Evans, and then this lady thinks she has the right to cut me off. This could be the only time I get to ever get a picture with this exact Captain America. I mean he was looking at me with eyes that said, "C'mon, take a picture with me." 

So naturally, in my head, I ran past her, with open arms to the Captain, where he would catch me and dip me so that people around us "Ooo-ed and aah-ed" at the sight. But with everything that happened that day, I chickened and felt weak at the knees. All I said to her was "why?" She looked at me with a glare that said "who is this strange child who asks me why?" And turned to me and said "He'll be back at 7:30" with a voice that sounded like nails scratching on a chalkboard. 

That's when one tear drop began to form in my eye and fell to the ground. It was the icing on the cake and I felt stupid for crying a bit, but it had to happen. He was gone and I will never find that perfect Chris Evans look-alike again.