by Nathan Schiller

Conversation Between Two Young White Men
Waiting for Food in Murray’s Bagels in the West Village, Manhattan,
New York, New York, U.S.A., 1 P.M., YR 2007

 

“So my buddy from law school, this one who

dropped out, he’s out in L.A. and started dating this girl.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, she’s like a porn star.”

“Yeah?”

“Like she’s in porn.”

“You mean, like, legitimately in porn?”

“Right, she does videos and stuff.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. I don’t know if she’s, like, a star-“

“Starlet.”

“Or starlet, or she’s up-and-coming, or what, but apparently it’s pretty serious.”

“That’s pretty crazy.”

“And it’s like, this guy, he’s this Jewish guy from New Jersey, real smart, book-smart like crazy, but he didn’t really feel the whole ‘law-school-thing’ so he just went out there and now he’s dating this girl. I mean he’s pretty good looking you know.”

“Must be pretty crazy to know your girl’s doing that. Is he cool with it?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Isn’t that like the most number-one question you’d be asking him.”

“It just kind of never really came up. Like, I didn’t want to be all, ‘So do you go to her shoots and check out these guys she’s banging or what?’ you know?”

“No yeah that’s true.”

“Right.”

“But still I’d want to have some inside sort of info about the situation.”

“I know, I probably should have asked him. But he did say something interesting.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that she actually wasn’t that good in bed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But I’m thinking it’s this kind of expectation thing where he thought she was going to just like seriously rip him apart or have some magical powers you know and he goes in there with that mentality and then it’s like if she’s just come from a morning of having sex with strangers how is she gonna be able to rev herself up for the like mundane aspect of just normal sex with her boyfriend when her boyfriend is thinking he’s about to have like freak sex with his girlfriend. It’s just not gonna happen like that is what I was thinking.”

“Right. Exactly.”

“And the whole time he’s telling me this, I’m thinking, like, who is this girl. Like, where did she come from, how did she get into all that.”

“I’d be most interested in like how she would date normal people. Like, did he just go up to her in a bar and start hitting on her. And when she said, ‘So, I’m in the adult film industry,’ if that’s how she phrased it, what did he think, because there are like fifty things you could be thinking, and somehow one of them leads you to dating this girl. I’m making presumptions.”

“No, you’re totally on.”

“So you asked him about this.”

“. . .”

“You didn’t?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Why not?”

“It just didn’t come up.”

“So lemme get this straight. You’ve got a friend who’s dating a girl who acts in/performs in/participates in/belongs to the ‘adult film industry’ and all you know is that. Like you’re not even interested in his inner soul type of reaction to it. They’re like a different breed, man.”

“I am, but it just didn’t come up.”

“Yeah, well, that’s crazy, anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“So anyway, one of my teachers had us doing this whole thing about footnotes, and I usually hate all that crap, because, c’mon, you know, but so he gives us all this David Foster Wallace stuff, and, you know, it’s actually pretty good.”

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