So last night I'm at the pub to hear a band I recently did some film work for play. I'm sitting at the bar and there's a drop dead sexy girl sitting there talking to some guy (and tossing me a glance over his shoulder once in a while). This girl is a 9 (yes ladies we really do rank your appearance on a 1-10 scale - please don't be offended). Old Kay would have just sat there sipping his beer, new and improved eligible bachelor Kay took the opportunity to practice some of his trademark charm, which has gotten rather rusty over the years...

The guy who was talking to her left behind his coat so I approached her saying, "It looks like you've been relegated to guard duty." Things went from there, I found out she was a massage therapist (hot damn) and as soon as I sat down next to her she noticed my Respect Porno (www.respect-porno.org/) button at which point I launched into the "pornographers are people too, when you pirate porno you're taking money from these hard working people, are you a porno pirate?" She said she never watched porno - ever. She did say she enjoyed sex, thought it was beautiful, all that. Then I made the mistake of trying to defend myself from her perception that I was a pornographer. It went downhill from there. Why? Because I worried. Because I tried to fix something that I perceived as a problem and by so doing attracted attention to it. Telling her I was a filmmaker or trying to explain the film (see the website above) to a drunk girl wasn't going to improve my cause.

Looking back I now know how I could have saved it, indeed prevented it from becoming an issue at all, and that's why I'm thankful. That experience improved my flirting skills and I'll do better next time. So I'm thankful, for that and the other flirting fuck ups I had that night. If you don't fall down, you're not learning anything.

www.respect-porno.org/