Fan Club
So today at my ridiculous VJ job I had my first mob of groupies gather around outside the broadcast studio: a half-dozen middle school girls wearing school uniforms and Snoopy backpacks. That's it Jon: play to the teeny-boppers.
They stood outside giggling for a little while, electing a leader. Finally, one of the girls reluctantly accepted the responsibility, and-- shushing her friends-- timidly approached the studio entrance.
"Hello, older brother," she said (in Chinese). "Can I have your phone number?"
I gave it to her, and sent her running back squealing to her friends.
Two minutes later she was back.
"Older brother," she said. "What's your name?"
When they left, my co-host shook her head knowingly and sighed. "This is only the beginning..."
7 comments:
That, buddy, was a mistake. Do not give your phone number out to a pack of middle schoolers. You're on the road to loads of annoying phone calls at best and an angry older brother/father at best. (Do they have statutory rape laws in China? At least they have gun control laws and you'll only have to deal with fists/knives.)
Look man, I love my fans, okay?
You know why I do this job? It's not for the money. It's not for the power. It's because I like to make people smile. I like to make them feel connected to a wonderful America they will probably never visit. So if I have to deal with some pestering text messages or furious older male relations, then so be it: it's all about the love, man, it's all about the love.
I think disaster inc is right. Send out the love on the TV screen, be friendly to them and give them your autograph when you see them, but DON'T be foolish and give out your number!
Ya'll are player haters.
Dude,
You won't go out with an 18 year old, but you give your number to 13 year olds? What's up with that?
Hmmm... that is fucked up.
Good point, Aaron!
(Which Aaron are you? Am I related to you?)
Don't think we're related. I did have a great-grandfather who was a traveling salesman and liked to drink so ya never know.
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