This morning I had my first class with Lareto or whatever at my house. That was my first class at my house this year. I wanted to lift some weights but I was tired even though I got plenty of sleep last night so I went back to bed and slept with Paola. When I got up at noon we had sex for the first time in about three weeks. We took some time off because the birth control shots she was taking disapeared from the shelves because supposedly women were using them to administer abortions. A few days ago she found another brand of birth control shots that she got on. Hopefully these ones will make her tits big like the other ones did.
Then I rode up to the casting. I felt imediately that I was still weak from the blood draining two days ago. It was only 450 mls, but I feal totally deflated. I can't even sprint because my legs just burn. Yesterday after I passed this kid he challenged me. Chileans are weird, when I pass them they catch up to me, but instead of passing me they right right beside me, which he did for awhile. I wasn't in the mood to up the pace and challenge him and let off and drafted off him until the climb up La Pyramid started. Today a little bit after the start of the climb I looked back and noticed somone behind me. The guy was a little old Indian dude on a hundred dollar road bike that didn't even have rear brakes, and was riding in just sneakers. He was hammering, and I tried to stay with him but I coundn't for more that a few seconds. I would really like to get my strength back. I remember donating blood when I was in High School and College and never felt losing strength. But then again I probably didn't get on a bike for a few days, or maybe it was I was just younger and more resilient; I sure hope that wasn't the reason.
The casting was the most interesting one I have had yet. It was for a comercial that is supposedly in Germany, or actually I think to be made here but shown in Germany. They needed skiers to ski in the commercial. There was this totally stunning super model in there posing away for the camera. I felt like I was in the presence of a goddess because of how hot she was and how she was working the camera like a pro. Then they had me flirt with her. Supposedly we had just come back from the slopes and I was her ski instructor and we are in the bar flirting. After the first take they said I was too serious and to act like I was flirting. She said I should act like I was drunk, which was the perfect advice. I think I did an OK job on the second take. I'm not a trained actor, so I don't think I'm particularly good at improvising. Then they had me strip down to underwear for some filming. The cameraman gave me some good advice to flex my muscles a little as I stand there. I never did that before and its a good idea because you look a lot more fit if you flex it a little. I should start lifting weights and call the agency to tell them I can audition for shirtless photos because I have been burning excess fat away, but I am so obsesses with projects I only lift like once ever couple months. I know if I lifted on a regular basis I could get some underwear modeling jobs.
Then I met with Mario, I was like 45 minutes late, but we had enough problems to get me unstuck on Flash. I will try now to implement what I learned in case I forget by tomorrow. Then I had class with Samuel and went home because Jorje cancelled. Peace out.