In my freshman year of college I worked with this slighter-old-than-I-am-now 1st Camera Assistant. One of the most important things he taught me was that people always remember the guy on set that wears a tie. So naturally, I began to overdress when it comes to setwear; nothing over the top though- just like a clean button down or (if I was lazy) a teeshirt and tie. No one really over thinks this habit of mine- they just want the work done.
Now this past weekend I was on the set of a little indie movie where the entire crew was crashing at the DP’s house. It’s like a giant adult sleepover without the orgy. For some reason the two really stereotypical ghetto make up girls gravitated towards me. I’m a white boy from Connecticut (the most boring state in the union) and have no idea why they were borderline obsessed with following me around when they weren’t working. And before we get ahead of the game, everyone there knew that I’m gay. So they weren’t looking for a chance to get laid or anything.
I don’t know if these two girls ever knew my name because all they would call me was ‘White Boy’. They liked getting my opinion on what they were wearing (despite the fact I am openly oblivious in regards to women’s fashion) and wanted by “expert advice” on giving blow jobs (which I was not ready to discuss with them). But then they pulled out about an ounce of weed and we became best friends.
Long story short, I now know what it was like to be Season 1 Kurt Hummel. But with more weed.
when i went shopping after uni on tuesday i tried on some jeans but then i’m sexy and I know it by lmfao came on and i hadn’t heard the song in so long so i started dancing in my bra and these jeans but the curtain was open a little bit and i looked in the mirror and there was a middle aged woman sat on one of the couches in the middle of the changing room looking through the crack and watching me booty poppin