I didn’t get selected for the storytelling show. Do you know why? A former meth addict had a story that had too many similarities to mine or vice versa. Isn’t that crazy? I wrote a story combining all of the issues that I’ve had with my teeth over the years, in particular the shoddy work done on the veneers I had put on my two front chompers - and then the DIY repairs that I’ve made to them, particularly with super glue!
The meth addict actually did the same thing, only instead of veneers she used fake fingernails (OMG!) as veneers!! Can you imagine?!
Regardless, I had some very nice phone calls with the assistant director of the show and he was very complementary of my writing - in fact, he helped me try to angle my story differently, but in the end it was just too similar and certainly not as compelling as a meth addict who fucked up her life and her teeth and then got her act (and her mouth) together.
I spent a lot of time on that story over the weekend and although I’m bummed that I didn’t get selected, I knew that it would be a stretch to alter my story so dramatically and still stay true to myself. So I got another phone call last night around the time of the casting announcement. It was another very nice phone call telling me that they would be really happy to hear some more ideas for another show if I’d like to bounce them off and work with them ahead of time.
I wish I could tell the story of Sexy Hulk. That would be awesome. Maybe there’s a way to do it. I can’t really think of too many other stories…the next theme is “Icing on the Cake” and I don’t know how to spin that into a story that I could tell…hmmm.
Regardless, I’m on a plane bound for the trade show. It’s always so nice to get out of the office for a few days, even though it’s going to be a lot of work and bullshit. The flight was delayed so my former boss and I met at the club lounge and we drank bloody marys just because we could. I appreciate that he invited me so that I wouldn’t have to hang with New Boss at the gate.
New Boss, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found until our delayed flight was boarding, so clearly he didn’t really want to hang with me either! Oh well.
Life is weird right now.
I find myself missing not only the Bulldog but also SexyPants. Over the last couple of years I’ve had one or the other of them (and sometimes both) as kind of a support of sorts - to hang out with and/or get my fix of male companionship. I miss that.
But it’s clearly a time in my life when I need to dig deeper inside myself to find what it is I’m looking for. Yes, companionship for sure, but what kind of companionship? I certainly miss having sex. But I want more than just sex. I want more than a pseudo-relationship. I hope I’m not in for a long figurative winter. The weather says Spring but my situation screams late Autumn. Damn. I think I need to change that immediately.
Seriously, remember the last time I said something like that? I think it was early winter and I was on a business trip in China and I met SHIP (Sexy, Hot, Icelandic Pilot). Maybe I can put myself into that frame of mind on this trip…we’ll see. Probably not enough time.
Maybe we can make it happen. Good luck to me!
OK, plane is descending. Let’s see what happens.
XO
GS.
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