In honor of the new season of The Real World, Chicago...I was doing the semi-annual fantasy thing about being on The Real World. I would never, ever make it. It is just like my evaluation of those Blind Date/Dismissed/The Fifth Wheel/Elimidate shows... the decisions are majorly based on first impressions. Give me a whole week for them to decide... and I would win- hands down- no question. But I am just not up to par on the "lets get hoed out and talk about sex so we can get on the show or get the guy" mentality. Don't get me wrong here... I love to get hoed out. And I am obsessed with thinking and talking about sex. But not right off the bat, and not for sheer phermonal seduction.
So I would just never, ever get it.

I dunno... it depresses me that I wouldn't ever get on the show... I would make a damn good character. And it would be the growing experience of a life time. Not to mention the fact that they will keep a running diary of my escapades for me!! I just don't have the body, the face or the dysfunction to earn me a spot. All of the white girls have to be cute, small and with a southern accent. And well... that just isn't me.

It isn't a lot of other Real World Addicts out there, either. There are plenty of not-as-attractive-in-the-conventional-sort-of-way-but-still-amazingly-interesting-people out there who deserve to be represented. I would love to be that representative, if anyone would deem me worthy. It would be nice to see (let alone be a part of) a Real World season that brought up more issues than breaking away from home, homosexuality, racial prejudices, inter-roommate hook-ups, lazy people at work, and loud cat fights. Granted... those issues are entertaining... but so are others not to main stream.

I guess my hopes are just too high (as well as the number on my jean tags). But damnit, if I ever got the opportunity... I'd kill for it. As bitter as I am... I would still come away from that audition crying like no other... wishing that it could have been me.