My friend Sarah had a great house party at New Years in North Sydney. My friend Patrick and I went along and had a great time. I met a really attractive german girl called Ulla (Ursula), and we got on pretty well. After about 45 minutes of talking, we agreed to go out for cocktails the following week, and exchanged numbers.
I messaged her the next day, but didn't hear back. I called the following day and left a voicemail, but still didn't hear back. Waited a few more days, sent another message. No reply. Waited a few more days, called- no response. After a couple of weeks, I dropped it, figuring it was a lost cause.
2 months later, I was on my way out to salsa. I got to the bus stop, and she was there. I approached her.
Me: are you Ulla?
Her: no.
I was a little startled.
Me: were you not at Sarahs house party at New Years?
Her: no.
I started scratching my head.
I spoke to her in german.
She responded in german.
Me: you're Ulla aren't you?
Her: no.
I got out my phone and dialled her number.
Her phone rang.
She got up and left.
I stood there as she walked off and thought to myself whether it was actually possible for a human being to be that rude. I Immediately SMSd her:
[ I asked you for your number because you seemed like someone worth getting to know. Clearly you're not. I won't contact you again]
I told Sarah what had happened, and asked if I had over-reacted. She said that I was WAY more polite than she would have been. She said that she would have sent something along the lines of [ what the f@#k was all that bulls@#t about?!?!? ]. Which made me feel a lot better.
Anyway, I got to my capoeira class a bit late on Thursday last week, as I had a singing lesson. Ulla was there. I actually had to cover my mouth to stop myself from bursting out laughing. "This is gonna be good!" I thought to myself.
At the end of the class, I approached her and the other beginner, to introduce myself.
Me: Hi guys, I was late to the class because of my singing lesson, so I didn't get to find out your names. My [nick]name is Zumbi.
Friend: Hi, I'm Fernanda.
Me: pleased to meet you. [to Ulla] And you are...?
Ulla: I'm Ulla.
Me: are you sure?
Ulla: [turns bright red] yes.
[walks off]
Something tells me that she wont' be coming back. Sorry, Fominha- I think I've lost you a customer. But it was worth it.
I've said this several times before: I don't mind a girl not fancying me. I don't fancy everyone- I don't expect everyone to fancy me. However, I do take exception to being pissed around.
One unfortunate life lesson is that, to most girls, agreeing to meet up with someone and then not responding when they try and communicate with you seems to be a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Ulla (and Anna) are only exceptional in that I had the opportunity to psychologically crush them in return for their discourtesy. But then, these experiences make you appreciate the nice girls all the more.
Speaking of which, I'm not sure if I've mentioned previously that Rachel moved to Sydney last year. I helped her get a job with the Symphony Orchestra, which she is enjoying. We had a talk a few weeks ago, and decided to start seeing each other again. We've both developed as people since we were last together, so we figured we'll see how it goes, being fully conscious of the fact that it might not work. I still really care about her, and with so much history between us, and so much at stake, there's no point in being anything less than 100% honest with each other. I told her that I'm not sure whether it's her, or the feeling of being in love with her that I miss, and she was prepared to accept that, and said we should just enjoy each others company and see what results from that.
Some of you (Phillipa) have asked how I can be so open about my love life on a circular email. Personally, I find it quite easy, for several reasons:
1. I don't sleep with animals.
2. I don't sleep with children.
3. I don't cheat.
So really, I don't see what I have to hide.
New York.
Badass.
My scholarship with the Conservatory of Dramatic Arts was the most challenging acting experience that I have had to date, but also the most rewarding. The conservatory is in the middle of Manhattan. I was staying with my friend Carin (thanks!) in inner Brooklyn,i.e: the safer part. There was accommodation available from the college, but at 3 times the board that I paid Carin, there was no way I could have done that and gone to Brazil as well. The consequence was that I was a little removed from the other students, but better that, than not have been there at all.
The first day was audition day, which saw us all put into groups according to ability. Apparently, my group was the top group, and there were 16 of us. Of the people that I saw audition, everyone was good. Everyone. Which made for quite an intense atmosphere, but it's nice to know that I can cut it in the face of such quality actors. I did hear that in some of the other audition groups, some candidates were more suited to the bloopers reel of Britain's Got Talent, but I'm glad I didn't see those: I'd much rather applaud someone than cringe for them.
Lots of english people on the course, which was quite comforting: made me feel very at home. Also, being black in North America is no big deal, and doesn't result in being stared at like ET, which can happen in Australia and New Zealand. the course itself was very intense: 9am-6:30pm everyday, sometimes with rehearsals after hours and on weekends as well. There were 6 course units: Shakespeare, Chekhov, stage combat, Scene study, TV commercials and Voiceovers, making for packed days, and it was all very emotionally draining. One remarkable thing I found was how well we all got on. There were a couple of small clashes, but all in all, everyone in my group was very supportive of one another. The last thing you need when you're trying to manipulate your emotions is someone actually getting on your nerves.
I was the second oldest person in my group, with about a third of people being under 21, meaning in the US, finding a place to go out could be very difficult. Fortunately, Carins husbands best friend owned an irish bar in Manhattan that wasn't exactly Fort Knox to get into, so we all piled into it on the first Friday night after having dinner together. There was also karaoke. Some of you may know that when I go to karaoke, the question isn't whether or not I'm going to sing, but how many they'll let me sing. Most of us got up twice, and took the place by storm. The party piece being Treys Bohemian Rhapsody, which I'm sure will make it onto Youtube at some point.
Halfway through, the bar owner came to me and said "Victor, what the Hell's going on here? You guys are all............ good!" I explained that we were all actors, and most of us have some singing training as well. He said we were welcome back anytime, and gave us all discounted drinks. We went back twice, including a very emotional last night from which I had to go pretty much straight to the airport to catch my flight back to Sydney. It's hard not to make good friends with people when you go through something that intense with them. I'm still good friends with a lot of the people I went through the Emergency Medicine College exams with, so I'll be speaking with those guys for a long time yet.
I got back to Sydney just in tie for my 11-hour shift in emergency, but I was still on such a high, it didn't actually hurt that much.
The bar owner is also a film writer, and wants us all to audition for his film,for which he's confirmed Robert Carlisle as the lead. He's secured half the funding ($3m), and it's going to be filmed in New York next year. He just needs the second half, and to think of a name.
I suggested "Little Red Rides The Hood".
He politely declined.
It was worth a try.
Victor.
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