Model Behavior

Posted on September 5, 2012

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Why am I posing on this hammock like this? Because I’m a model. Don’t you want to date me?

This story is from Jules, a 21-year-old student from Chicago, as told to Raz:

I work retail while in school, and a while back, this unbelievably cute guy, Rob, started working in my store. He mentioned that he’d done some local modeling, so after our first day working together, I did a little Facebook stalking. So sexy!

Tron: Legacy had just come out, and I really wanted to see it. When I mentioned this to Rob, he asked if I wanted to see it with him. It’s not my style to turn down tall, athletic, smoking-hot male models, so I agreed. The fact that he wanted to see it in Imax 3D was an added bonus. (Those tickets are expensive!)

We set up a date for the next weekend, and worked together a couple times before that. He asked me to go out with him after work several times, but I figured it was best to hold off until our scheduled date. He kept telling me how excited he was for the movie, and how long it had been since he last took a girl out. He was coming on so strong! By the time of our actual date, his extreme attractiveness was the only thing about this guy that made me want to go out with him. Honestly, I was kind of over it. But, I had agreed to a date, the tickets were bought, and I decided to make the best of it.

I met him at Navy Pier, and we walked around and talked for a while. Yup, I definitely wasn’t into him. We got to our seats and an ad for ice-skating on the top of the John Hancock building came on.

“Oh wow,” I said.  “I had no idea they did that. That’s so cool!”

“That is cool,” he said. “I’ll take you there on our next date.”

Too soon! I was officially freaked out and put my guard up. I think he realized the date wasn’t going well when the most excited I got during the rest of our time together was when Garrett Hedlund’s spandex-clad butt (in all its 3-D, Imax-sized glory) appeared for the first time. I may have suddenly sat upright—and he definitely noticed.

Afterwards, he suggested we get some dinner and talk about the movie. I told him I didn’t feel very well. Then he asked if I could at least give him a ride to the Red Line. I figured it was the least I could do, but I let him know that I was driving my friend’s car, which was incredibly dirty and filled with random junk. He was cool about it, and explained to me in all-too-vivid detail that his room and car were both disgusting messes, so it probably wouldn’t bother him. Seriously, he sounded nasty.

When we were at his stop, I reached over for a hug. He tried to go in for the kiss, but I moved my head so he’d get my cheek. Was he so clueless that he couldn’t sense my indifference? I felt bad, but not bad enough to let him kiss me.

The next day at work, I found out through a mutual friend that his Facebook album titled “Modeling Portfolio” was actually just photos of himself that he’d had his friend take. He’d never booked a modeling gig in his life. I did a pretty good job of avoiding him at work after that, despite his persistence.

The last we spoke was when he texted to invite me to his New Years Eve party. “There’ll be plenty of attractive people there,” he said, “including myself.” Tempting as that was, I declined, and he seemed to finally get the message.

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