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[ Q ] О развиртуализации // "I was surprised the first time I met her as well"

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When I told the book editor a few weeks back I was going to meet the television people, she smiled. "Have them write a decription of what they thought you would be like before the meeting and bring it with them," she suggested. I didn't, but wish I had. Because you can not ask them after the meeting, 'So, what did you think I would be like?' They'll flatter. They'll exaggerate. They'll lie.

Whatever it is you think I am - however you think I am - I'm not like that at all. Apparently.

Strangely, few clients have ever expressed disappointment. Odd that the straight world seems to run more on image than hooking does.

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mardi, août 31

The two people from the production company met me late Friday afternoon. I was last to arrive, sweaty and dishevelled from the Tube (which is hell in August, if not year-round). On the stairs the literary agent kissed both cheeks and asked how I was. He looked tan and well from his own recent holiday. I think I gave an answer to the equivalent of 'flustered.' He went up first.

"And here's Belle!" he said with a flourish, as we came through the door.

Two faces. Two new faces who now know what I look like, watching me, taking it in. I shook their hands. The man said "Oh, I thought you would [have some physical feature I do not have]."

"Yes, so did I," said the woman. "Did you [had some procedure which would make the reality follow on from what they imagined I would look like]?"

I smiled. Not for the first time did I consider the wisdom of telling people in the publishing sphere who are to meet me 'you'll be disappointed.'

The agent nodded at their reaction. One of his assistants fetched me a glass of water and he passed over a book cover mockup so I could fan the sweat off myself. "I was surprised the first time I met her as well," the agent said.

If the situation was reversed - if I was the person not in the sex biz, meeting the person who was - I wonder what my first thoughts would be. 'So this is someone who sucks cock for a living,' maybe? Or 'Her shoes could be better,' perhaps? Or 'I thought she'd have bigger tits.' It takes all kinds, N always says, and I suppose I am one of the kinds it takes. Just, you know, not one of the more popular kinds. Not a kind likely to played by Julia Roberts.

"Well I'm relieved, at least you're not Toby Young," the woman said.

When I told the book editor a few weeks back I was going to meet the television people, she smiled. "Have them write a decription of what they thought you would be like before the meeting and bring it with them," she suggested. I didn't, but wish I had. Because you can not ask them after the meeting, 'So, what did you think I would be like?' They'll flatter. They'll exaggerate. They'll lie.

Whatever it is you think I am - however you think I am - I'm not like that at all. Apparently.

Strangely, few clients have ever expressed disappointment. Odd that the straight world seems to run more on image than hooking does.

I spent the rest of the bank holiday weekend watching DVDs (Touching the Void, 24 Hour Party People, American Splendor) and having sex.

Later: Do you know what the greatest disappointment of the Olympic games was? No, no, not Paula. It was finding out (via N) that Sharron Davies has had breast implants.

That's one more fantasy ruined.

// posted by belle @ 11:51 AM



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