Right after I had my intake with my new therapist.
A friend of mine owns a catering company. I work for him from time to time. Most of the time, I am awash in a sea of anonymity. Other times, there are nights like last night. Within fifteen minutes of the doors opening, I am spotted by someone I work with in my day job (I work in fashion. Appearance is everything. My porn career hasn't been too much of a hinderance as my appearance naked is quite nice.). He says, "Oh hi, so nice to see you. What are you doing here? Are you doing the PR for the event?"
I say, no, I'm picking up your dirty glasses. I contemplate lying for a second, but I am no good at that sort of thing.
He says, "You do what you have to do."
Maybe ten minutes later, the same thing happens to me. Again. At this point, I am mildly horrified.
Not a few moments after that, and a young stranger walks up to me and says hello to me, addressing me by my real name. I politely say hello, and he tells me he is a big fan of mine. As he used my real name, I am assuming he means my work in fashion. I ask him to clarify. He responds, "Your work, um, in movies..."
I ask him how he knows my real name. He tells me "Facebook. Mind if I take a photo of you?"
I smile pretty for the camera. I don't like to take bad photos. I know my angles.
He then says, "You do what you gotta do."