| Very weird day today. . .
I went into the city (New York City) for what I thought was a casting (auditon for modeling). I've been turning things down b/c it seems like now all the castings seem sketchy, but this one was in midtown so I figured it was legit.
I got into the city an our early. I grabbed a Snapple and an egg, ham and cheese roll and chilled in Harold Square. It was perfect. I sat in the shade, w/ my food, the breeze flowing, just people watching, trying to pick out the NYC Models. . .
I made my way to my casting. The building looked like any other NYC building so I went on up. As soon as I got off the elevator I knew this was going to be no good. Just a feeling. I walked in and it was so ghetto. Now some of you don't know this, but I used to be a model agent and scout, I know what the drill is when you go to a casting. This women sat there and told me how beautiful I was and how my look is "so in right now" and how all these agencies are so excited to use me. . . "so how do you wanna pay the $150 for the pictures we will need to take?"
What? Wait, Excuse me! What do you mean? I thought I was at a Casting, not a placement agency. If an agency is really that interested in me, they'll either pay for my pictures or make me go through their own photographer. . . why the hell am I paying you $150? Women was not happy, and a bit shocked! She practically threw my pictures and resume at me and sternly said "Good day then!" I laughed so hard. I walked out into the waiting room and it was packed! I so badly wanted to yell, "this is a fraud, get out!" but I restrained myself!
Since my day was cut short, I was left with 4 hours to walk around the city w/ nothing to do. So I bought Sunglasses, I got a manicure, then ate lunch, then my feet hurt so I got a pedicure and finally made my way home.
I got on the train to come home and this really cute guy offered me his seat. I thanked him and sat down. He kept looking at me, like making it obvious that he's checking me out. So when the lady sitting next to me got up, he ran over and sat down. He quickly blurted out, "Hi my name is John, whats yours?". A bit startled, I put down my Village Voice and said "Oh, Ty". He asked me a million questions, and for some reason the first question was "Are you a model?' (I hate that question. . . I'm not really a model but I have modeled and I sometimes do model, but I'm not a "real" model.) "Yes, sorta a model." And he says "I knew it, you are very beautiful." He asked me a ton more questions from where I was born, to what I wanna do with my life and I kindly answered them all.
So I thought that was it, conversation over. A good minute of silence occured. As I reach in my bag to grab my paper again he spouts out "So can I get your number or something b/c you are really hott and if I pass up this opportunity I think I might shoot myself!" Shoot himself! I was in shock, that was the fastest pickup thats ever occurred. But when I actually thought about it, with all the questions, we actually sort of knew eachother . . . my stop was fast approaching, it was now or never. . . So, I gave it to him . . . he's already text messaged me . . . should I be afraid?
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