Jim, Jimmy, James, Jimbo… whatever. And Destin gets a Spray Tan. Yes, I got a spray tan. And if nothing else, I look less pasty. Not that there is anything wrong with pasty, but if my white ass is going to be telling the girls to stop being so sickly pale, I guess I should take a spoonful of my own medicine. The weirdest part though (aside from feeling compelled to dye my skin with fruit extracts sprayed from an airbrush on a regular basis), is the ‘tan line’. I feel like the Coppertone baby.
On to the Millionaires Club… this week we had the two Jims – Jim and Jimmy for the sake of this blog. Jimmy, Rach’s guy, is an older looking chap with a simple personality and about three six packs under his shirt. Doesn’t compete with the keg I have, but that’s probably a good thing. He’s nice enough, but kind of a drip.
My millionaire, Jim, though – is the bomb. He’s a sweet guy, in the film business like myself, funny, self-deprecating and kind. Love him. If I had a millionaire like him every week, my job would be so much easier. Matter of fact I will offer a GENEROUS commission to anyone that refers me a few more like this that pay for our services. Seriously, I’m not kidding. Help make my life easier!
Anyway, Jim has a few issues – doesn’t realize he leads with is money and whatnot- but they’re easily curbed. Patti likes him – again things that make job easier – so that’s good. We meet some girls, pick the ones we like for our mixer – and get the party started. Jimmy picks poorly. Jim picks wisely. Jimmy’s date involves airblown ‘skydiving’. Who thinks that’s a good idea for a first date? Definitely not his date.
Jim pulls out all the stops for his date, Selma, with a mini photo-shoot, gourmet dinner, and some secret rendezvous afterwards. He reports back with an ear-to-ear grin, and we all know what happened. In the end, I like Jim. He takes the place of my favorite client to date. Now, Jim, fund my next movie – Sushi Girl is out and I’m ready for my next project – and by project I don’t mean a millionaires with a chipmunk voice. D’oh! That’s next week. Sigh. This is my life.