Sex and the city

Chapter 21 The Underwear Model's Story Bonn Beyond the Giant Billboard
At the end of the spiraling stairs, a door opened.Bonn—a lingerie model and rising film star—was waiting for us at the door of his apartment.He was leaning lazily by the door, one arm raised over his head to rest on the door frame, his dark brown hair covering half of his face.Watching us panting up the steps, he laughed.

"You're always busy," he said, as if life was supposed to be spent in the bedroom all day.As soon as you see him, you will think of the screenwriter Stanford Bratch's evaluation of him: "Every time Bonn appears, he is as dazzling as a lighting man." Yes, so dazzling that you can't look directly at him for fear of irritating Blind your eyes.

"If you're talking about clothes, Bonn is definitely at the level of the sable coat," Stanford said.He has been following like a demon lately, and the topic never leaves Bonn.He will suddenly call you out of nowhere and ask, "Who is sexier, Bonn or Keanu Reeves?" Even if you don't know Bonn at all, and you don't care who is Bonn, you will still sigh and obey him: "Bonn, right? .”

Maybe this echo is out of guilt.You feel like you should know who he is - he's so famous, there are huge billboards in Times Square and the buses in the city are full of his endorsement ads - wearing only underwear, almost naked, showing perfect muscle silhouette .The problem is that you almost never go to Times Square, and you never pay attention to the buses—unless they're about to hit you.

But Stanford whispers in your ear all the time. "Bonn and I were walking past his billboard the other day," he said, "and Boone actually tried to tear off a piece and put it in his apartment — like the piece of his nose. I told him the part where he should bulge his panties." Take it away. That way, when a woman asks him how big it is, he can proudly say fourteen inches."

"Born did a really lovely thing today," Stanford said. "He actually wanted to invite me to dinner. He said, 'Stanford, you've done so much for me and I want to do something for you.' I said, 'Don't be stupid.' But you know, he was the first person I met in my life who offered to invite me to dinner! Can you believe that such a beautiful man is so kind!"

You've finally lost ground to the Stanford chatter and decide to see for yourself just what the hell Bonn really is.

"You're going to be a star"

I first met Bonn at the Bowery Bar, where he was with Stanford.My gut told me I wouldn't have any affection for him - like a 22-year-old with an embroidered pillow?Do not make jokes!I guess he doesn't like me either.He looks so stupid.What's more, although the sexy idol looks powerful in magazines and on TV, he will definitely disappoint you in person.The last one I met looked like a disgusting worm, not sexy at all.

But Bonn seems to break the mold, and he's not as superficial as he appears.

"I've seen people talk about people, and I've seen ghosts talk nonsense." He said with a smile.

Then he disappeared in the crowd.

Two months later, I saw Bonn again at a model's birthday party.He was standing across the room, lounging against the bar, smiling at me.He waved to me and I walked over.He kept hugging me, and the fluorescent lights kept flashing on us.Then I got into an argument with my friend out of nowhere.

Bonn, sitting across the table, leaned over with concern and asked me if I was all right.I said yes, thinking that this person might not know that my friends and I have always talked like this.

Stanford is very popular in Hollywood.He took Bonn to Los Angeles to attend various auditions for a chance to appear in the film.Bonn left a message to Stanford's voicemail: "You're awesome, everyone here knows you. You're going to be a star. I've told you so many times, but I'm going to say, 'You're a star.'" , you're a star, you're a star!'”

Stanford laughed as he listened. "He's learning from me!" he said.

Bonn and I stayed in the Bowery bar drinking and chatting, and we got drunk.

It's easy to get an A

Bonn lives in a tiny apartment.Curtains, bed sheets, quilts, sofas... as far as the eye can see, they are all pure white.I sneaked into the bathroom to try to find out what brand of cosmetics he used, but the shelves were filled with popular off-the-shelf products.

Born grew up in Des Moines, Iowa.His father was a teacher and his mother was a school nurse.When he was in high school, he didn't hang out with the influential figures in the school, but took the initiative to tutor the children in the lower grades.He got A's in all his subjects, and everyone adored him.

Although he was voted the most handsome boy by his classmates in the eighth grade, he never thought of being a model at that time.He secretly longed for a mysterious and interesting career like a detective, but in the end he followed his father's expectations and went to the University of Iowa to study literature for two years.One of his classes was taught by a handsome young guy.He called Bonn into his office, sat down next to Bonn, and put his hand on Bonn's lap. "You know, it's easy to get an A," he said, sliding his hand to the bump between Bonn's legs.Bonn never went to class after that.After three months, he dropped out of school.

Recently, Bonn has been receiving messages on the phone, but the contents are all songs.At first he thought someone would talk after the music ended, but it never did.So he listened to those songs over and over, trying to pick out clues. "It's a man," he said firmly.

childhood in iowa
Bonn and I lay on the bed like children, with our hands on our faces and our calves crossed. "Tell me a story!" I said. "Well, I keep thinking about my ex-girlfriend lately." He mused.

It was the summer of 14, and Bonn was only [-] years old.In the summer of Iowa, the sky is always blue and the fields are green, as if you can hear the sound of corn growing.The boys spent the summer hanging out with their friends and driving around town.

Bonn followed the family to the largest fair in Iowa.He and a few partners were wandering aimlessly in the animal husbandry exhibition area, when his eyes suddenly lit up.He saw a girl bathing a heifer intently.He grabbed his friend's arm excitedly and said loudly, "That girl is my future wife!"

He didn't see her again for a long time after that.One evening a year later, he finally saw her again at the town dance.They go on dates and hang out on Christmas Eve. "Then I was dumped out of nowhere," he said. "It was a really painful time."

After another year and a half, she came back to him.But he put on a stiff face. "I actually thought she was crazy," he said, "and then one day I finally gave in."

They dated on and off for several years.The girl later worked as a computer programmer in Iowa City.They are still in touch now. "Maybe you'll marry her someday?" I asked.He smiled, showing his beautiful teeth and wrinkling his nose slightly. "Maybe." He said, "This is always the best memory in my heart. Every time I think about it, I feel very peaceful."

“Born was always blaring that he was going to go back to Iowa one day, be a cop, have kids,” Stanford said.

"That's a cute idea—as long as he doesn't actually do it," I responded.But for some reason, I suddenly regretted being mean.

"I know I'm neurotic"

Bonn and I went to Ross Bakery for food on Saturday night.Two policewomen hid in a corner and smoked.The weather was hot, and the short-sleeved shirts of passers-by on the road were soaked with sweat and looked dirty.Bonn and I shared a cheese and ham sandwich. "I could eat four by myself," he said, "but I can't. I'm going to regret eating one now."

Bonn cares a lot about his appearance. "I change five outfits a day," he said. "Who doesn't look in the mirror a hundred times before going out? I have two full-length mirrors in my apartment, and I walk between them thinking: 'Well, I look good in this mirror, but I'm going to see how I look in the other mirror.' I know it doesn't make a difference, but don't we all do that?"

"My mind wanders a lot," Bonn went on. "My mind is in a mess, and my thoughts are very muddled."

"So what are you thinking about now?" I asked.

"Your nose."

"Thanks for the compliment. I hate my nose."

"I hate my nose, too," he said. "It's too big. But I think it has something to do with my haircut. Stanford said to me that day: 'I like the way you look today. The hair is full and the nose looks small.'" "We all laughed.

After dinner, we walked on the street.Born suddenly nudged me. "They misspelled 'dog'," he said.I looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a man in overalls standing next to a huge gray mastiff holding a sign that said "Dogs For Sale."

"What?" the man asked.Behind him parked an old red and white truck.

"'Dog', you spelled it wrong," Bonn said.

The man looked at the sign and smiled.

"Hey, I said, the same dog is sold on the street over there for only 200 yuan, why do you want 2000 yuan?" Bonn asked.The man just smiled.

When I got home, I sat on the edge of the bed, put my face in my hands, and looked at Bonn.Bonn lay on the bed with one hand on the waistband of his jeans.

"One minute I might be looking cool in the street, and the next minute I'm feeling sad for no reason," he said. "I know I'm neurotic — I feel it. I'm very self-aware, I like to analyze myself, judge myself. I'm careful with everything I say."

He continued: "I go over everything in my head before I say it so I don't say the wrong thing."

"Don't you think this is a waste of time?" I asked.

"Not even a few seconds!" he said.

He paused, then continued: "When I'm outside, if a stranger comes up and asks if I'm a model, I'll say, 'No, I'm a student.'"

"and then?"

"And then they weren't interested in me." Bonn looked at you with a smile, his eyes seemed to say, "You don't even know that?"

That's when I got another call from Stanford. "Born's phone message for me is the cutest thing in the whole world!" he says, and plays it for you.Bonn's voice sounded: "Stanford, are you dead? Where did you die? If you don't answer my call, you must be dead! (Long laugh) Remember to call me back!"

"Ivana Trump's valet?"

I loved spending time with Bonn in his apartment, it reminded me of my youthful 16-year-old relationship.I was in a small town in Connecticut at the time, dating a well-known handsome guy.We were smoking weed in his room, getting tired of being together, and my parents thought we were going horseback riding.They'll never know what I did then.

You look out the window and see the sunlight reflecting off the dilapidated brownstone, a warm golden hue. "I've always wanted to have a child, ever since I was a kid," Bonn said. "It's been a dream of mine."

But that's out of reach.This was a thing of the past, before those things happened, before today.

A few weeks ago, Bonn got a chance to play the second male lead.The other actors in the movie are all rising stars in Hollywood.Born got too drunk at a party and brought home a supermodel, only to find out later that she was the girlfriend of another actor on the set.The actor threatened to kill them, so Bonn took the girl into hiding.Only Stanford knew where they were and was responsible for being their mouthpiece.The crew was willing to pay big bucks to get Bonn out, but Stanford fired back: "What do you take him for? Ivana Trump's manservant?"

Bonn told me, "I don't believe in that bullshit. I'm still me, I haven't changed a bit. People always tell me, you mustn't change—but what can I become? A scoundrel? Stupid ? Megalomaniac? I know exactly who I am. Why do they think I'm going to change?"

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

"I'm not laughing," I said, "I'm crying."

Later, Stanford asked me: "Have you ever felt that Bonn has been insensitive to anything lately?"

(End of this chapter)