Just call me T-2000
I just got callbacks from the sample shoot I did modeling for gym guy D's bank catalogue. I've no complaints. It's $50 an hour and he wants an hour and a half. Last time he paid me $35 for 25 minutes of my time.

I really hope the surplus doesn't mean he expects me to pay up in sexual favors. I've been very clear that I'm not interested in him. I'm not leading him on in any way unless he's simple minded enough to consider pleasantries and conversation a sign that I want to sleep with him.

And ye gads, I'd never even let the thought enter my mind. Aside from that he's almost old enough to be my dad I don't really like his personal philosophy. He's has a nagging aura of close-minded chauvenism about him like most grown-up jocks. From his quips, I've gathered that he objectifies women, gays, and non-christians. Alas, I am, in some way, all three and the only thing he cares of me is that I have tits and I'm a looker. If only he knew.

I went with him to the football game on Saturday because it was the last of the season and I'd never been. I was fairly blunt that it was in no way a date. Still, he wasn't doing a good job of convincing me that we were just there to watch football-- but he didn't try anything either. He's just one of those rather creepy people who seems to get in a pat on the back and make it seem too personal. (I had a math teacher like that once...) I had to keep dodging his little shoulder taps all day. And he insisted on buying me lunch and a "souvenir" even though I played it off. I don't think he's the kind to take the hint.

The again, I'm not the kind to take the SHIT either. So if he tries anything I'm ready with a loud mouth and a closed fist.

In any case, he makes me uncomfortable but not insecure. I just don't know how to tell him he's acting mildly inappropriately without insulting him. I don't think he intends malice, I just think that's the way he IS.

I guess I can stand to have some more pictures taken of me, even if it makes me feel ludicrous. I'll sell the image of my body but I won't sell my integrity. I just wish I didn't have the suspicion that this might eventually threaten to cross that line.

But... I really doubt it will will... he just seems bent on fenageling his way into my heart. Grr.

Ugh.

No.