Who do I run into on M street on my way? Why, The Real World Philadelphia's own Karamo of course.
I passed by and recognized him and in a second realized who it was. I reached out and touched his forearm, looked at him and said "Hey! How's it goin'?" he smiled and said he was doing alright.
And that was that. Less ass-touching than my last Real World interaction, but gratifying nonetheless.
Don't believe me? Here's my Karamo-touchin' hand for proof.