I asked out another famous chick. This time I didn't know it.

Actresses, TV hosts, models, netballers… now I can add a Reality TV contestant to the list. 

(Or another one, seeing as I’ve previously asked out a chick from The Bachelor. And Survivor. And MAFS.)

Only this time, I didn’t know that she was. 

And this anecdote is not a brag. I’m highly embarrassed by it. But am telling it so you can hang sht on me.

This was yesterday. Thursday. May. 22.

I was picking up crunchy peanut butter from the supermarket. As anyone who knows me well enough will attest, I have a peanut butter thing. Instead of eating sugar, I eat peanut butter, straight from the tub, with a spoon, or sometimes just my thumb. I’m weird. 

Anyway, as I left the supermarket, I locked eyes with this young woman who had really nice eyes, and I just blurted out hello. She was in her work uniform with a bag under her arm. 

She did what she should have done and questioned how old I was. Y'know, 'cos I look old af.

This part of our conversation is the source of my embarrassment. 

I panicked, and feared she might be under 18. She told me her true age (mid 20s) and I responded by doing the same. I agreed with her our age gap was a bit of a stretch, asked her name, and fist-bumped her as a matter of respect - for being honest, and also being courteous.

A lesser woman may have laughed at me that I (being an ageing butt-face) had even considered saying hello to her. But she didn’t. She was kind about it. 

She told me her name was Hannah. 

I told her she had nice eyes, thanked her for letting me down easy, and wished her a good day. 

That was the end of it. Until, walking back to my car thirty seconds later, she seemed familiar.

‘Hannah?’ I asked myself (not out loud).

My next thought was, ‘Was she a Bachelor girl again?'

I let it go, but later last night, trying to figure out if I'd seen her somewhere before was annoying me, so I Googled the following: 

• TV Hannah (Came back with Hannah Waddingham from Ted Lasso).
  

• Reality TV Hannah (Came back with Hannah Brown from US version of The Bachelorette).
  

• Good presents to buy a 9yo girl (I got momentarily distracted. My niece’s birthday was last week. Google came back with Astronaut ice-cream WTF is that?!).
  

• Aus Reality TV Hannah.

After typing the latter, I scrolled down and spotted the Hannah I met. She looked a lot different in the photos. At the supermarket, being at the end of a work day, she looked a lot more natural, and was a brunette, or at least had a darker shade of hair. 

Hannah Steinfeld, the caption read, from Love Island Australia.

'Oh yeah,' I thought, 'That is where I've seen her.'

Now, I have to be honest, I have caught the odd episode of LIA over the years, and thought it was so tacky I decided to take the p*** out of it with a video of my own.

A video that is yet further evidence of why I'm still a pitiful loner, and continue to be rejected by women all over the place - famous or not.

So, another day of rejection.

However, in something of a small victory, I found a Pink Lady apple in the bottom of my fridge that I'd purchased from the supermarket the previous week. This was fortunate as it went down really well with half a tub of peanut butter.

A apple a day keeps the doctor away, as they say. But an apple a day with a giant splodge of peanut butter on it will probably keep every woman on God's green earth away from me too.

Peace to you Hannah Banana. You're a cool chick.