Surreal.
So, I'm in Whole Foods, minding my own business, trying to decide if a meal consisting of Diet Coke and and guacamole would be wise (I did, it was) and this guy comes up to me and we have a conversation that goes a little something like this:
Man: I don't want to be forward.
MTTW: Um, okay?
Man: If I gave you my website and contact information, would you ever consider working with an artist?
MTTW: What would I do with an artist?
Man: Model.
What I said to this man: No.
What I really thought but didn't say: Step off, motherfucker. I'v seen "Fame," like, a lot and if there's one thing I've learned from Irene Cara -- other than winning an Oscar does not guarantee anything more than being a segment on VH1's "Where are They Now?" -- it's that if some guy asks you to model or be in his movie, it's bound to be porn and I'm going to have to take my top off. While I would probably leave rather than blubber and cry (yet still remove my top) like Irene Cara did, I will certainly not be in your nudie art!
Man, I knew I like "Top Model" so much for some reason other than watching Tyra slowly, but surely, reveal the crazy. Obviously, this happens to me a lot, seeing as I often get by because of my looks.
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