A little over a month ago I blogged about the size of the average man (read entry). Basically, on a Tuesday, I had my coworker take my measurements because I wanted to order a Halloween costume, which I never did order and I still don't have one. With my measurements, I came to a realization: my body/physique is way better than the average man. (Not trying to be cocky - it is what it is.)

I wondered to myself, What can I do with this body? At that time, I was also tired of hard work. I wanted to just get paid to do easy stuff. A light bulb turned on and I went on Craigslist > Gigs. I forgot what I searched, something along the lines of "fit model" or "Asian male", which yielded very few results, but there was that one result that was just calling out my name. It was looking for a fit model and the requirements were simple:

• Asian
• Mid-to-late 20s
• 40-inch chest

In the tone of Chandler Bing: Could that be any more me?


I emailed them that night, and the next morning, on Wednesday, I got a reply back from them, the modeling agency. We exchanged emails back and forth, and I ended up going into their office at noon to take my measurements and pictures. After that, they passed on my information to a very famous fashion-apparel company, and later that afternoon, the modeling agency called me back and told me that the company wanted to meet with me to take my measurements and pictures that Friday.

I went in Friday morning and they asked me undress to my underwear to take my measurements, so I did. Then, they took some quick snapshots of me (clothed). This information was taken to pass on to the designers to see if they want to use me.

It's been about a month now and I thought they went with someone else, but the modeling agency just called me earlier and told me that the company wants to use me this Thursday. Easy money, here I come!

My friend asked me this question from a poll in a magazine:

A man and a woman come to a revolving door at the same time. Who goes in first?

"Well, I would." I answered.

"Why?" she asked.

"So I can push the door," I replied.

Then she read me the answers and about a quarter of all men actually answered the same way:

52.3% - Ladies first.
23.5% - The man goes first so he can push the door for the woman.
24.2% - Whoever gets there first. This is the 21st century!

I'm sorry but whatever guy or girl answers with ladies first - 50%! - thinking that it's the chivalrous thing to do is clearly not that bright; however, if you actually do let the women go first for other reasons such as so they can do the pushing because you don't want to touch the door - germs! - then that's okay in my book. I hate touching public objects too. I don't even like to lay my head on the headrest or my bare arms on the armrest of the seats at the movies. I guess what I'm saying is that yes, this is the 21st century. We're all allowed to be neat freaks.