Wednesday, April 11, 2007

middle: 30 dates in 30 days


i got a call back for a casting. i was still feelin like an individual and thought that my situation would not go public at least months from now when all of the success from the ordeal was published. what a mistake - there were around 200 women all in the same predicament as I: they were interested in finding a date or at least a soulmate and somehow saw that the assistance of a magazine that was free to publish all the positives and negatives of the experience would be okay. it was no longer fun- it was a huge cattle call filled with women - all kinds, big, small, all beautiful, some dressed in pearls, suits, or casual. Dressed to impress the magazine's staff. I was mortified after my interview- I was asked what was my last date (I am not a good liar); I revealed a date that not even my friends know about. It was sumthing so out of the ordinary for me that I had catalogued it as one of those experiences you just dont bring up in conversation. (Note: It was nothing illegal) So why in the world am I telling this staff member all my business. The things you do under the premise that of positioning yourself that you are open to new experiences. I noticed the look of dismissal on the interviewer's face. I took my humiliation and left the room feelin that this experience was not worth the embarrassment.

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