This is Part 2 of my Saturday at a modeling convention in Toronto. Part 1 can be read here.

Saturday, October 6, 2007 continued

We get up to the girls room. They eat their subs at the table while I eat mine on the floor.

While eating we girl talk.

I’m in gay mode so our conversation includes guys.

Most of the guys at the show are gay anyways, so it’s not a stretch to pretend to be a gay model.

We finish our conversation and subs. Seminars are about to get started so we head downstairs.

We run into the 32 year old I slept with the previous day. I pull the 32-year-old aside and tell her I’m pretending to be gay.

All is cool and we head to the seminars.

The seminars are boring. They discuss how to get started in the modeling and acting industry. They discuss where to live, find agents and other obvious information. The girls and I begin talking. Some “shushes” are directed towards us, but we’re hot stuff so we keep on chatting.

The seminars finish and the girls are hungry. I have very little money left. I tell the girls about my situation. They tell me that they’ll treat me cause I’m “fabulous”. The place of choice is Boston Pizza.

We head on over to Boston Pizza. It’s just a short 5-minute walk from the hotel.

These girls like to eat light, so they don’t bloat for tomorrow’s interviews, and order a veggie pizza.

I feel bad that I’m not paying for it, so I eat just a couple of slices.

We finish our meal and head back to the hotel

There is a party for all the models in the evening. We decide that we’ll all go and party our butts off.

They aren’t serving alcohol at this party so the girls decide to get loosened up before hand. The drink of choice is Absolut.

One of the girls gets a little too happy and starts to reveal a little skin. Others are shocked cause I’m in the room. Her response, “Oh he’s gay.”

The 32 year old makes eye contact with me and I smile.

Acting gay rocks!

We watch a little television, chitchat some more, and just kill time before we make our arrival at the party.

The clock reads 10:30 PM and we decide to head down to the party.

We get to the party room and it is CHEESY. The music is 80’s and 90’s and people are standing around and talking.

Everyone is worried about what the agents, who are also at this party, are thinking. That’s why it sucks!

I grab one of the girls and we start to dance it up in front of everyone. Not necessarily to the beat of the music, just to a pace that feels good to us.

This girl I’m dancing with seems to be getting into it. She’s not grinding me but there are some faint rubs.

You don’t want to appear like a slut in front of the agents, cause that doesn’t translate well for a role model that agents want.

I know this girl I’m dancing with wants it. I don’t want her to show me how bad she wants it in front of the agents. I take her by the hand, bring her back to her room and get down to business.

My Sunday in Toronto will be posted tomorrow.