Last night a my friend had a birthday party at the club Slate. Unbeknownst to us, there was another party there too, the party celebrating the release for the Get A Bangin Body exercise book and DVD by The City Gym Boys
There were many shirtless black men standing around.
My friend and colleague, actress Stevie Steele wanted a picture with them, but was too shy to ask, so i pretended to be her boyfriend and asked all these guys to pose with her.
Then they demanded a photo with me.
Okay, actually, i thought it would be hilarious, to have a picture of me surrounded by buff shirtless buff black men. And i told Stevie to tell the guys she wanted a picture of me with them, and i acted like i was so embarrassed, thought secretly all i wanted was a cool looking photo. However my plan immediately backfired, as these guys were a step ahead of me. What proceeded the next 5 minutes was these guys trying to get me to take my shirt off, and people taking pictures of the awkward nervous white guy surrounded by these physically intimidating examples of the Bigger Better Body system, as they tried to get me to take my shirt off.
Unfortunately, Stevie ran off with my camera, and the only evidence I have is this photo someone else in the crowd snapped.
Then my writing partner/best friend/nemesis Sean Hart (@seanmichaelhart) joined in in trying to get me to take my shirt off in the crowded club party, surrounded by my agents and fellow actors.
It went on seemingly forever.
What is the lesson learned? Never ask Stevie Steele to take a photo of a once in a lifetime moment, and never think you can pull one over on the City Gym Boys.
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