Saturday, January 26, 2008

A NEW ATTITUDE

In my quest for love, a good friend and I went out for drinks to discuss my situation. Over much heartfelt talk, and a few tears on my part, she asked me a rather interesting question: Who am I?

And you know what, I couldn't answer the question.

After many years of freelance work, which constantly requires a new face and a new attitude for each job environment, my wants and needs are as easily applied and removed as the makeup I apply to a model's face. Happy, sad, sexy or queeny, I've played every role with gusto. I mean, Oscar, Tony, Emmy - even a fucking People's Choice Award - I've earned them all.

Yet, sitting with a happy hour Rasmopolitan in my hand, I came to the conclusion that I had no idea who I am.

You know, I think I better find out.

12 comments:

riftgirl said...

Hmmm... So now I have to wonder whether or not you left that voice mail before or AFTER you had that drink. ;-)

You're many things, my dear, but first and foremost in my mind, you're a great friend. Now get crackin'!

THE ORAL REPORTER said...

Trouble came over as planned - but you know, even though I judged him unfairly, I saw him in a new and unflattering light, which means I'm on the road to recovery.

Anonymous said...

Well, first things first:

GIANTS or Patriots next Sunday?

THE ORAL REPORTER said...

Giants - only because Tom Brady is so fucking cute.

Anonymous said...

Tom Brady plays for the Patriots.

THE ORAL REPORTER said...

LOL - I am so sorry. I guess I need to watch more sports. Ok - then I'm casting my support to the Patriots.

Anonymous said...

Big ol'Tits Bertha, what do you think?

Anonymous said...

Crying? For real? Why are you shedding tears over this? People are constantly evolving. Are you an attention whore on top of everything else now? Crying in a bar with a drink? Brass balls be damned!!!

yougnomeme said...

Whatever happened to the cute boxer from the gym? That's it!! Maybe you should go after a hunky athlete.

THE ORAL REPORTER said...

Well, I wasn't openly crying in the bar like some loon - I just got watery eyes - and yes, I can be an attention whore - but not this time.

Since I've had my eyes on someone else, the kick boxer seems less interesting - but you never know - I'd love to date a sexy athlete.

BERTHA FROM VEGAS said...

Honey its a question we all ask ourselves, especially after 40! Honey, life aint easy!

Anonymous said...

YAY BERTHA!!!!!!!!!! Bertha!!!! Update your blog!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to hear from you on a daily basis!!!!!!!!!!!!!