Something interesting happened to me the other day at work. Now I cant disclose what I really do because I dont want to take any chances of being fired. And my posting over the internet allows for millions of viewers. So Ill do my best to explain my story without giving it away.
Now my job deals with thousands of people everyday. Some are rich, poor, business travelers, foreigners, and domestic folks, etc. My point is I have seen so many people in almost 2 years of working here that I have been hoping that i may be discovered by some movie executive, baseball or football manager, or even shakira (who may need me as a background dancer.) You get the point. To be honest with my loyal readers, I decided to work here because I had dreamed that I would be discovered and become famous! lol Well... and I needed a job too.
Like I said I have worked here for almost 2 years and I've heard NADA. Nothing. Nobody cared to take this little poor boy out of Minnesota to become the next Josh Hartnett. Until Now! Yesterday I was doing some work and I noticed a well dressed man gazing in my direction. In fact it was directly at me. I continued to work for a few more minutes, and looked over at him again. Now this man was eyeing me up and down. I felt as if I had been undressed in front of hundreds of people. Angered and curious at the same time, I walked over to this gentlemen, who obviously has good taste, and asked if there was a problem or if he needed assistance. He stood there for a moment with his jaw dropping to the ground. After a moment, he spoke in kind of broken english. "Hav... Have you ever thought about modeling?" Now I stood there suprised for a moment by this question. Thankfully, my training and experience has taught me to deal with suprises in a confident way, so I camly gathered my self and answered him. "...Yes...Yeah..ive..ive thought about it."
This gentlemen proceeded to ask a few more questions about my height, and physical condition. This all took place over about two minutes and then he was gone. But before he left he asked for my number. Now I was debating in my head whether or not I should give this strange guy, who had undressed me with his eyes, my number. In the End, my dreams of being discovered and rich won the battle in my head and I wrote down my number. The Idea of being the next Tyrese isnt to bad either! lol
As of right now I havent been contacted by a modeling agency or heard from this guy who I gave my number too. Ok. Actually, I did recieve a phone call yesterday from a restricted number about a half hour after this had taken place while I was on break. I was to scared to answer! Plus if it was this guy he would know I was at work and wouldnt answer. No message was left on my voice mail. At the time I didnt think much of it. But now Im wondering maybe this wasnt about modeling after all. Maybe this guy saw me go on break and wanted me to meet him in the mens bathroom. And tap My foot for him!!! If you know what I mean. Im scared. Why did I give this guy my number???
Now my job deals with thousands of people everyday. Some are rich, poor, business travelers, foreigners, and domestic folks, etc. My point is I have seen so many people in almost 2 years of working here that I have been hoping that i may be discovered by some movie executive, baseball or football manager, or even shakira (who may need me as a background dancer.) You get the point. To be honest with my loyal readers, I decided to work here because I had dreamed that I would be discovered and become famous! lol Well... and I needed a job too.
Like I said I have worked here for almost 2 years and I've heard NADA. Nothing. Nobody cared to take this little poor boy out of Minnesota to become the next Josh Hartnett. Until Now! Yesterday I was doing some work and I noticed a well dressed man gazing in my direction. In fact it was directly at me. I continued to work for a few more minutes, and looked over at him again. Now this man was eyeing me up and down. I felt as if I had been undressed in front of hundreds of people. Angered and curious at the same time, I walked over to this gentlemen, who obviously has good taste, and asked if there was a problem or if he needed assistance. He stood there for a moment with his jaw dropping to the ground. After a moment, he spoke in kind of broken english. "Hav... Have you ever thought about modeling?" Now I stood there suprised for a moment by this question. Thankfully, my training and experience has taught me to deal with suprises in a confident way, so I camly gathered my self and answered him. "...Yes...Yeah..ive..ive thought about it."
This gentlemen proceeded to ask a few more questions about my height, and physical condition. This all took place over about two minutes and then he was gone. But before he left he asked for my number. Now I was debating in my head whether or not I should give this strange guy, who had undressed me with his eyes, my number. In the End, my dreams of being discovered and rich won the battle in my head and I wrote down my number. The Idea of being the next Tyrese isnt to bad either! lol
As of right now I havent been contacted by a modeling agency or heard from this guy who I gave my number too. Ok. Actually, I did recieve a phone call yesterday from a restricted number about a half hour after this had taken place while I was on break. I was to scared to answer! Plus if it was this guy he would know I was at work and wouldnt answer. No message was left on my voice mail. At the time I didnt think much of it. But now Im wondering maybe this wasnt about modeling after all. Maybe this guy saw me go on break and wanted me to meet him in the mens bathroom. And tap My foot for him!!! If you know what I mean. Im scared. Why did I give this guy my number???
5 comments:
HAHA! I don't think you're gonna be the next Josh Hartnett, Tyrese, or a background dancer for Shakira ... No, I think you're going to be the next Mr. Derek Fagen-Well Dressed Man (cue the wedding bells) ...
Oh - Can you give me tips on how to stay calm in stressful situations?
I wish I was there! Were you doing your Derek Zoolander face? I like your cowboy pic at fleet farm. That's funny, I was teasing you about male modeling the day before you were approached by Mr.CreepyWellDressedMan. Good thing you didn't give up the goods!
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