The Freak without Warning

Melissa:

I've always had thick skin in this industry so I'm pretty capable of not being knocked off my feet when I hear something offensive. There are a few lines that I've heard recently that I honestly don't care to repeat so I'll skip the nasties and just go straight for the best of the worst.

I went to a casting with my girlfriend Kiki in LA. After the casting, she wanted to meet with a photographer that wanted to work with her. I was more than happy to go with her since safety in numbers is a good rule of thumb. We went to his studio (which we quickly discovered was just an apartment-not a good sign right there).

He was young and decent looking, clean cut and polite. He seemed like a normal nice guy (another bad sign because isn't that what they always say about serial killers?) He invited us and we sat and kindly looked over his work while he sat strangely in silence in his massage chair while surfing the web and texting someone.

After a few moments of jumbled sentences that didn't make sense to either of us, Kiki and Mr. Freaky Deaky, switched seats. He now wanted her to sit in his massage chair. He came over to the couch where I was sitting and practically sat on my lap as if there wasn't 5 feet of couch wide open next to me. Then he asked if I had finger nails. I looked down at my hands instinctively and replied yes. Then with almost no hesitation he proceeds to ask me to SCRATCH HIS HEAD!!!!


"WHAT?! I DON'T THINK SO!" He then asks me if I could "just rub it then".

"OMG! Are you kidding me? I'm not going to rub your head. I don't rub peoples head the first time I meet them. Tomorrow, maybe. But today....no!"


So kudos to you Mr. Freak without Warning for being extra freaky. We did appreciate you yelling at us to hurry when we were leaving through the gate by the way. That was sexy. Don't expect a call back or for me to accept your friend request. It's ain't gonna happen.

OH.....and if you're reading this. STOP TEXTING US! CAN'T YOU TAKE A HINT?!!!

xoxo

~M