Well... sorta.
I went a modelling tryout today in the city. When I got there, I was nervous at first, since there were huge signs advertising a 'Miss... Something or Other' Pagaent, and I didn't want to walk in to a room full of girls and either get laughed at or drooled at, since I'm so god damn sexy, but I digress. I walked in there and came face to face with a few kids and their parents, and a couple of (hot) female tryouts. Thank god there were no other male models in there. I'd hate to compete for 'Gayest Male in the Room' (which is utter bullshit. The only reason male models get this stigma is because they make a ton of cash for standing around all day... looking fabulous).
So anyway I start to fill in the application form, all the while bickering with my sister, who is a bitch, and my mum, who doesn't know how to shut up, and pretty soon I'm the centre of attention, swearing under my breath and whatnot. I don't give a fuck. It said bubbly personalities are good, and my personality is bubblier than a Mentos in a bottle of Pepsi.
Anyway, I hand up my application, and a few minutes later I get called for an interview... by one of the most beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous blondes I've ever laid my tired old eyes on. I couldn't stop staring at her; in her eyes. And she wasn't like your typical blonde. She was sophisticated, sassy and she had a laugh which could make you cream yourself just by hearing it. Lucky I had a 'Good-luck Rub' when I showered that morning. Geez... I wish I could go for another interview...
But I digress.
After i paid the $190 sign-up bill (which makes me a permanent member of their agency till 2008), I went over to the make-up chair, where I had a lovely chat with the make-up artist. I told her about how I was a social recluse, rarely ever went outside, and deplored lifes simple pleasures like smoking and alcoholism. She replied by bagging the Aussies: Smokers, drinkers, drug-addicts and the #1 source of Skin Cancer and Melanoma in the world. She said I had 'beautiful' skin and that I looked 4 years younger than I am. At that point I loved her.
Then she said I looked like Leonardo DiCabrio in 'Titanic', and then I hated her.
After that they took my photo. I hated them. The cameraguy loved them. Except the photos of me where my eyes were too squinty, or where one eye was wider than the other.
Then I went home, where I await my first job, as a model for Calvin Klein, the WWF or 18teens, and enter my career as a male pornstar.
I'll post a picture of me when a) They put my photo up, and b) If I remember this thread.
TL;DR, I'm now a Male Model. And I'm fabulously straight.