nice90sguy
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This thread reminds me of my story "Who The Fuck are You, Anyway?" about a guy who goes on a life-coaching reality TV show (based on "Would Like to Meet") which I wrote back in 2003 and took down in a fit of petulance:
The next day, the schedule started in earnest. For the next few weeks Tim would spend much of his life in the company of the experts, and a couple of slobby, blasé, seasoned professional camera operators.
Susanne started the first filmed session, teaching him the basics of chatting up women, while they sat at his kitchen table. Richard looked on. Tanya was not there; she was out working on a shopping list for his wardrobe.
"Ok, Tim. Question: What's the best subject of conversation to have on a date?"
Tim thought, avoiding her eyes. "It depends on the woman really."
"No it doesn't. There's one subject that is always best, on any date."
"Okay... Not the weather... probably not sports... I've got it, Art!" All women would think that you're sensitive and..."
"COLD!" shouted Susanne. "The answer is: HER. Always talk about your date to your date. That fact equally applies to women going out on a date with men. Always talk about the person you're with. Now, talk to me about me, Tim."
Tim fidgeted. He scratched his nose and blurted out, "You know, you're one of the most sexy women I've..." he stopped, confused.
Susanne laughed. "Not bad, but definitely coming on too strong for a first date. Plus you were scratching your nose, which makes you appear dishonest. Try again. Don't tell me things, ask me things. Show me you're interested in me."
"How long were you working at Cosmopolitan?"
"Better. Lean forward." He leaned forward, knocking his coffee mug. "I still work there. I've been doing it for about twelve years now."
"TWELVE YEARS? I didn't think you were that old! Wow, I was still at school then."
"Look at my eyes. Not my tits, Tim. My eyes are up here. Well I was also still at school when I started. I'm actually three years younger than you. Stop looking at the cameramen; they're just changing a reel of film. Christ."
"Really, and when did you start changing a reel of film?"
Richard, leaning against a cupboard with his arms folded, interrupted. "Tim, listen to her, give her your attention. And respond. Dialog, Tim, give and take."
Tim stared at her lips as she spoke. He got a hard-on, imagining those lips tickling his balls, still chattering, yammering away. Suddenly he leaped up and left the kitchen, and ran up the stairs to his bedroom, slamming the door.
"Leave him for a minute Su."
"No. I'm going to break the ice. You lot stay put."