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"  Photo: Peter Iovino/\u00A9Universal Pictures/Courtesy Everett Collection You know Skylar Astin? Of Glee and Pitch Perfect and Spring Awakening, etc., etc., fame? Me too. Only I knew him as Skylar Lipstein and he put his hands down my pants while I lay on my extra-long, twin-size bed in my freshman year dorm room at NYU. We were watchingSay Anything. I&amp;#039;m 80% sure I was wearing Hard Tail leggings. Related: I Found Comfort in Rough Sex The first night we made out, I knew we were going to date. He&amp;#039;s Jewish and sort of dorky. I&amp;#039;m Jewish and sort of dorky. We didn&amp;#039;t go out to dinner. He didn&amp;#039;t take me to red carpet events. This was before good &amp;#039;ol Lipstein traded in for Astin, and I think the most expensive meal we had was at Chick-fil-A at a neighboring dorm. He was an exceptional kisser. The kind of kisser that makes you question how good of a kisser you are. The kind that makes you think, &amp;quot;Did I really say GUY X was the best kiss I&amp;#039;ve ever had?&amp;quot;  I knew Skylar was at Tisch and I consciously tried to avoid learning much more about what he was doing there. &amp;quot;Male actor&amp;quot; didn&amp;#039;t scream sexy to me. Until it did. And when it did, it really, really did. Yes, he sang to me sometimes, and yes, I liked it despite my best efforts not to. I mean, dude can sing.  Our love affair was fast and furious, but we remained close friends, and when he started talking about some little show called Spring Awakening, I knew that fame was going to happen for him pretty quickly. I&amp;#039;d meet him between Broadway rehearsals and ask him if he realized what was happening. He&amp;#039;d laugh, but I knew he knew. I&amp;#039;d meet him outside the stage door and see teenage girls screaming for him\u2014MY Skylar\u2014asking for his autograph. He&amp;#039;d pull me into pictures sometimes and I&amp;#039;d pretend to think it was totally lame. The last year of Spring Awakening, I went to his birthday and sat next to his mother. &amp;quot;Can you believe all this?&amp;quot; I asked her. She looked at me and said,&amp;quot;Absolutely.&amp;quot; I could, too. Skylar called me one night to tell me he was moving to L.A. I didn&amp;#039;t tell him at the time, but I thought it was a huge mistake. He was a singer. He needed to be in New York. What was Hollywood going to do with a musical theater dork? He&amp;#039;s Sondheim, not Spielberg. Related: The Life of Sondheim Then came Hamlet 2, and then came Pitch Perfect, and then I knew it was a done deal. When Pitch Perfect came out, I felt like I watched my entire freshman year play out on the silver screen. Okay, I wasn&amp;#039;t in an a cappella group and we didn&amp;#039;t have a riff-off (although I would have been down for that), but he does chase a girl during her freshman year of college. They do have a fast and furious affair. And I had to watch him kiss someone in (I swear) the same way he kissed me. Related: Rebel Wilson is Reinventing the TV It Girl I texted him as the credits ran to tell him how proud I was. I also told him how weird it was to watch him make out with Anna Kendrick in a freshman dorm room that looked shockingly similar to mine. We talked for a little after that. And then we emailed a few times. And then he started dating a beautiful (famous) woman and I never heard from him again.  Last night, I flipped to Conan and there he was. I wondered whether a stylist had dressed him. I remembered that he used to always complain about being hot, and I thought he must be sweating so badly under all those layers and under all those lights. I barely heard anything he said because all I could think about was how insane it was that I was watching someone I slept with on Conan fucking O&amp;#039;Brien. At work today, I glanced over a coworker perusing a gossip site that had pictures of Skylar in Cavemen. My stomach curled a little. It curled in the same way your stomach curls when you see your ex across the street with another girl, but he doesn&amp;#039;t see you. Only, with five million hits to his name on Google, I get that feeling all the time.  Related: Ruthie Friedlander on Her Adderall Addiction  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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