But first, this one will require a little background: On Aug 6, 2012, I saw a cute girl waiting for a streetcar and while I was thinking about talking to her on the streetcar, a guy (maybe homeless, but probably just weird) told me I had big muscles. For those of you who aren’t my Facebook friends, here are some screengrabs of the Facebook status that I wrote on my iPhone in my condo lobby right after the incident. You can see that 31 comments ensued.
Ok, so now you’ll know why I couldn’t believe that pretty much the exact same thing just happened to me, less than two weeks later. As you can see, people are excited to hear the tale:
So without further adieu, here’s me telling the story about what happened:
And as proof of my tale, here’s the crappy video of the guy talking to me, with occasional wistful pans to the object of my stymied affections:
“Think you have the dating skills to take down the competition? Prove it. Four contestants compete for the attention of one lucky singleton… and a cash prize! Come DATE with Me features four males, from all walks of life and ages, vying for the attention of one lucky lady.”
Well, I don’t think for one second that I have any dating skills, but I’m always up for a challenge. So when my TV producer friend Samara suggested I contact the people at this show, I did so. An hour long phone interview with Susan the casting director ensued. Followed by this morning’s 3-hour long interview in my condo. I gave Susan a tour of my place, which included me acting out the hypothetical dinner party date with my Smurf collection (Smurfette was the girl, I was the Smurf with an acoustic medieval guitar, Bay Street Lawyer was the Smurf who looked like a king, Sports Guy was Football Smurf, and Bar Guy was a beer drinking Smurf). I also improvised a little song on my guitar. And was asked to put on my Enviroman eco-superhero costume. I’m not sure if any of this will help me get on the show. But I sure entertained myself. And that’s really what matters, right? At least, that’s what I keep telling myself when I cry myself to sleep alone every night.
Currently airing across Canada, a new radio ad for Popeye’s Chicken features me as a guy who’s so passionate about his Popeye’s Chicken that he’s recording himself “unboxing” it, just like those people who make videos for YouTube of themselves unboxing new products like iPhones. At the recording session, the Copywriter (who’s familiar with my work) told me: “I just knew you’d understand making an unboxing video.” Not sure why he’d think I could get into the mindset of someone who puts their whole life on the Internet. But anyway, thanks for reading my blog post about the radio ad I just acted in! You can hear it by clicking here.
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