You may recall back in February when I spotted Ian Ziering working out at my gym.
It was, to say the least, shocking that one of the stars from Beverly Hills, 90210, a guy with tons of syndication money arriving at his mailbox daily, would settle on working out at a Magic Johnson owned 24 Hour Fitness club.
But that seemingly, was just the beginning.
The chain of events, which has recently been revealed to me goes a little something like this:
1. Ian Ziering goes to 24 Hour Fitness.
2. Paul Davidson spots Ian Ziering at 24 Hour Fitness.
3. Paul Davidson makes weird face to himself, stunned.
4. Paul Davidson makes thoughtful face to himself, thinking.
5. Paul Davidson has idea for blog post.
6. Paul Davidson trips and falls off treadmill, seemingly the result of not being able to brainstorm about blog posts AND work out at the same time.
7. Paul Davidson writes blog post about Ian Ziering.
8. Ian Ziering, home all day since the cancellation of Beverly Hills, 90210 sits at home all day Googling himself on the web.
9. Ian Ziering finds random and hurtful post about his workout schedule as written by one Pauly D.
10. Ian Ziering decides he’s going to find out all he can about this Paul Davidson, and start writing blog posts about him.
11. Ian Ziering tracks down Paul’s address from Industry friends.
12. Ian Ziering begins his elaborate and mind-twisting “inverse celebrity stalking” where a Celebrity stalks an innocent, un-famous blogger in an attempt to intimidate and shock.
On Monday, I happened to be going to grab some breakfast at the Studio City Dupar’s restaurant and as I walked up to the front door, there was a trio of men sitting, watching a video on a laptop.
The crew was a literal who’s who of people not really doing much since their shows got cancelled. There was Peter Facinelli, married to Jennie Garth (of Beverly Hills, 90210 and What I Like About You) and who starred in, well, Can’t Hardly Wait. And sitting at the table next to him was none other than Ian Ziering.
The thing is, it was weird because as soon as we approached the restaurant, it was like Ian knew we were coming. He made eye contact, did that eyebrow raising facial expression, then went and sat down at the table — tracking me the whole way as I went to enter the establishment.
And then — like a scene right out of Cape Fear, Ziering made this LOUD laugh.
I’m not kidding, the guy (along with his friends) are watching something on this laptop, but he’s laughing SO LOUD the closer I get. In my mind, I imagined as I passed by him he was going to grab me, throw me to the ground, and threaten me for my creative online writing. But no.
Instead, as I went for the door handle, almost out of earshot, he said one last thing to his friends, that I can only imagine had something to do with me. He said:
“I’d laugh more if I could, but really — there’s nothing funny to laugh at. There are no words at all that I could read that would make me laugh at all.”
It’s not like the guy was watching I Love Lucy on the laptop or anything. It was a music video of some kind. But even if that was the only interaction I had with the Zie-ringer, it would have been enough to convince me he was stalking me to teach me some kind of skewed Hollywood lesson.
But minutes later, as I was sitting down at the counter in Dupar’s, he made sure that he sat two seats down from me. Staring at me as he downed orange juice and laughing even more hysterically with some woman in tow. A woman that he had not been with before.
Take it for what it’s worth, people, but Ian Ziering is following me.
What do I do? What can I do, is more the question. What have I done to deserve such a situation? Well, if you think that by simply posting my observations of Ian at the gym that it should result in this kind of harrassment, you’re wrong. I don’t deserve to be followed around when I go on personal errands. Sure, harrass me on my blog — but in my personal life, I think that’s sort of lame.
I’ll keep you all updated if I see Ziering today.
Because deep down, I have a feeling I will.