We met on a Tuesday night at the Whisky Ward. I was running late. He texted that he was sitting at the bar with a camouflage hat. As soon as I got there I was glad I had been lazy enough not to change from my comfortable summer cotton dress. He was wearing shorts. The bartender was appalled I didn't drink beer. I had a "four roses" bourbon instead.
I asked him if he knew my name, as I don't reveal it very soon on-line. He did.
He then said he didn't know where I was from.
Of course he didn't.
Excuses
For on-line dating I have discovered you need to create an excuse for a conversation. You post something about yourself on your profiel which is not completely clear, something which pikes interest and is a good conversation opener, hence the mystery of my nationality.
We played the 'where are you from' game for a while and I gave him huge hints.
It was clear this night was not going to go anywhere.
I knew he was an actor from his profile so I started to ask him about that. Nothing special, a Stanislavsky sort of method, not hitting it big, bar-tending at forty, you know the drill.
I did learn about agents (only take 10%, really?), and other nimieties of an out-of-work-actor.
When did he get into it? As a child.
He attended a christian school which did not believe in Halloween, instead they had a Founding Fathers Fest. They all dressed up as a Founding Father and prepared a presentation. The best ones would get to present it in front of the entire school, parents, teachers, the whole enchilada. He was five. He got the part.
Most of the other children had two liners, his was a whole five minute tirade. He told me about this with pride. That is when he got into acting.
It is a shame that thirty-something years later he still looks back at this episode as the peak of his career.
Conversation was non-existant. It was me asking questions and then silence which followed.
I claimed a work excuse and excused myself after 45 minutes and one drink.
I do believe 45 minutes is enough to know.
Good luck with your acting!
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