The New M.E. Generation

This is how it all happened.

It was one of my summer college breaks and I was trying to do some modeling to earn some money for the school year.

I got a call from a casting agency that they were looking for a female to appear in a TV commercial for a men’s European clothing store. The lead role was to be played by him, this guy, an actor.

I couldn’t believe it when I heard it on the phone. He was already established in his career and was well known by everyone.

One particular characteristic about him was that although he was popular, he was always accessible to the public.

Even more, he had never been involved in a regrettable situation, and was responsible for his work as anyone else in any other profession.

A few days before I was to appear in the casting, I was watching TV and came across a soap he was appearing at.

‘He seems like a really nice guy,’ I thought to myself. ‘I wish I had the chance to meet him.’

Reality was, I had never met anyone famous so far, and, what were the odds that I would be picked for the commercial?

Among all the possible choices that the agency had, what was it about me that made them consider me for the role?

This guy looked totally sure of himself, knew where he was going with his career and how to get there.

Me, I hadn’t even graduated and had no idea what to do with my life as a whole, period.

My insecurities went into overdrive. ‘There is no way I will get cast for this, even less with him,’ I thought.

Just like the soap I was watching, my life was definitely like it, totally dramatic.

Most of the people in Dina’s group started leaving before the band finished playing their last set. Dina and I were basically the only ones remaining to leave.

I wanted to go home at the same time that she would, so we would accompany one another to our cars. But Jesse asked me to stay and offered to walk me. The other guy accompanied Dina to her vehicle.

I was hesitant of doing that, staying, and placing myself in a situation I knew I was later to regret. But he insisted in such a way with his many ‘please’ that I felt I would have looked bad from my behalf to say ‘no.’

So when the band ended playing and the bar announced ‘last call,’ it was time for me to make it for the night.

I was about to ask Jesse to walk me to my car when he asked me for my number. (Here we go again…)

“You know, I am a very private person. How about if you give me yours?” (What the heck was I trying to say here??)

“Where I come from, that means you will never call me,” said he.

“And where I come from (a.k.a., my own little world in which I gravitate around), it can mean a lot of things (like me finally taking control of this type of situations). I give you my word I will.”

I handed him my phone and he entered his number. I knew he wasn’t happy, but I was. I simply wanted to do what I felt was the right thing to do.

I finally got to my car and said good-bye to Jesse. I even hugged him and thanked him for the good time I had with him. But I knew he didn’t want me to leave.

I can’t deny I felt bad. Why does it always has to be this way, that one person falls hard for another and that other one doesn’t feel the same way?

I was questioning myself if I had made the right decision of not providing ‘too much info,’ but I had to be mature and stand by on the decisions I had made.

So I finally got into my car and left.

This has been quite a night. I have to call Madelyn and tell her about it. I need her review on my moment with Jesse.

And speaking of him, will I really call him? I’ll make that decision after Madelyn ‘puts me on the stand.’

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