Now, you maybe think that you've been on bad dates. That you are a true dating disaster because you've been out with a guy twice your age, or a total creep who looked you up to the internet. Let me tell you something; you've seen nothing yet.
College is fun, right? You meet a tons of new people. Some are interesting, some aren't. I thought Brandon was a nice fella, a pal. He sat next to me in English class. He had a quirky sense of humor -that'll get me everytime!- and was smart. He talked passionately about Camus, or Balzac. He liked literature, cinema, arts, and apparently, me. I was floored when he asked me to coffee after class. I was all excited, couldn't think about anything else all day.
We sat down with our coffees. Face to face, we seemed to have nothing to say to each other. I was quite disappointing. He was always making some insightful remarks in class. I desperately tried to spark up a conversation. I asked him about his hometown, his family and his hobbies. He seemed to come out of his shell and warmed up. As he got -and I got- more and more comfortable, the subject came on jobs. Part-time jobs since we were students. I was telling him all about my misery as cashier. I was telling him about the time a customer tried to grope me when he said;
"Just a normal day at work for me!", he said, laughing. Obviously, I thought he was joking so I played along.
"Oh yeah? The girls can't get their hands off of you, uh?", I responded, playfully.
[I was thinking. I like that guy a lot. Maybe, its could really turn into something. Like a relationship.]
"Well, that's kind of their job not to.", he told me, a little spark in his eyes.
"Payed to mess around with you, kind of an ideal job!", I joked.
[Up until there, I was having the time of my life.]
"Yeah, well, you might think that but, it's not as ideal as it seems.", he said, dead serious.
"So, where do you work anyway?", I asked.
"In a studio.", he simply answered.
"That seems interesting.", I said, enthusiastic, "What do you do in the studio?"
"Well, I'm, uh, acting."
"Acting? Like an extra?", I asked, unaware of what was coming at me.
"No, no. I'm an actor in movies."
[So, I was dating a celebrity and I didn't knew it! Wow!]
"What movies have you been in? Maybe, I heard of them?", I asked.
"Hum, well, the last one I did was Naughty School Girl 2.", he declared.
"That, hum, that sounds like a porno movie title...", I said, scared as hell of his response.
"Because, it is. That's kind of my job."
[I felt like the world was crashing down on me.]
"So, you are a porn star?"
"Yeah. Does it bother you?", he asked.
[I could have go with honesty and run out of there, screaming, but instead it is what I did...]
"Nop. Doesn't matter to me!"
After I finished my coffee, I told me I had homework to do and left, shocked. The next week, he passed my a note in class asking me to dinner. I politely declined, stating that I wasn't really in a "dating" mood right now. I'm sure he knew it was because of the porno situation, but we both avoided the subject. For now on, I refereed to this date as the time I dated a porn star.
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