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November 25, 2003
Fame, Shame, or Humility
A while ago I wrote about Dancing with a Supermodel. Today, I received the following email:
Hi !We are making a light hearted documentary on how to get the partner of your dreams, be they a millionaire, a celebrity, 20 years younger than you or just staggeringly better looking than yourself.
We want to hear from people who've actually managed to acheive these seemingly impossible feats and hear how they managed to do it.
This would be accompanied by various experiments by everday singles of trying out typical chat up lines/techniques to see how they go down.
The aim is to break down what makes people attractive to the opposite sex and hopefully concluding that winning anyone you want is all about personalities and saying the right thing at the right time.
Having read your account of dancing etc with supermodels having gate crashed a fashion event, we are deeply impressed and would love to interview you about it. How did you do it ?
We would be very grateful if you would let us interview you about that episode in your life, and feature it as a heroic tale.
The show will be part of a series of four programmes and will appear on prime time XXXXXXX
Please feel free to call me, with any queries you may have and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Yours Sincerely
XXXXX XXXXX
Researcher XXXXX
And now I'm faced with a conundrum. What should I do? I confess a certain flush of excitement about being interviewed for a tv programme. Maybe they'll make me a star! Fame and fortune could be mine!
But maybe that's what all those other idiots on daytime tv thought when they signed up for shows like "People who Love Their Pets Too Much - Bestiality in Burbs of Blackburn".
Would I appear as an erudite, well-adjusted, witty charmer? Or as a pathetic middle-aged geek chasing young girls behind his wife's back? It's a close call, really.
And why would I want to appear on tv in the first place? Would I still feel comfortable heaping scorn on the heads of reality tv show contestants? Wouldn't I be the same as them? For that matter, why do I write this blog? I must crave fame. It's an obvious and oh so small step to the depths of reality tv hell.
I talked to a colleague of mine last night who recently divorced her famous husband. They'd gone to college together and got married and then he slipped into tvland and became a bit of a prat. "Do you realise I could sleep with any woman in London?" he once told her.
I suspect that was the moment the relationship began to go downhill.
What if that happens to me? I already get a kick from dancing with supermodels. What if I become famous and start having affairs with Cameron Diaz or Posh and Becks? I think my wife is willing to let me get away with the odd boogie with a pretty girl. However, I suspect a full-on, coke-crazed homosexual encounter with David Beckham might not meet with the same tolerance.
What to do... What to do...
Posted by YandaMan at November 25, 2003 11:48 PM
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Posted by: foe at December 4, 2003 11:05 PM
Yes.
Posted by: Yanda at December 5, 2003 5:19 PM
Yay,
You Media Whore,
Posted by: Crazy Landlord at December 6, 2003 8:27 AM
Bravo!
Posted by: Foe at December 9, 2003 1:09 AM
Posted by: YandaMan at January 8, 2004 12:33 AM