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I was so glad that I'd let my friends talk me into auditioning for this stupid little reality show with them. Their rationale was that, if we made it, we'd get a free month in Seaside Heights and get on TV for acting no different than we normally would down there. In fact, it seemed as though they were looking for people who liked to drink and get laid, which described the three of us perfectly. Unfortunately for my buds, I ended up getting picked and they didn't. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was going on, though. I was blonde with long hair and blue eyes and a slight, if somewhat athletic, build. On the day I arrived at the house where we'd be living and met my roommates for the next month, I realized that they were all guidos and guidettes. I got the feeling that I was cast as the fly in the ointment, the catalyst for conflict. By the sideways glances I was getting when I walked in the door, I had a feeling that my new roommates were thinking the same thing.
As it turned out, the producers would probably have been better off casting a non-drinker or someone who believed in chastity if they wanted a conflict. My roommates and I quickly learned that, although we might look a bit different, deep down we were all interested in the same thing. They even managed to get me to the gym with them rather than running on the beach like I normally would. Of course there did end up being conflict, but it wasn't between the roommates; it usually came from an outside source and we all stuck together, regardless of who started it or who it involved.
It didn't take long for all of us to realize what a sweet deal we actually had. All the booze was paid for, even when we went out to the bars, the rent was covered and our required "job" was so easy and an ideal place to meet the opposite sex. I also think our producers may have underestimated the intelligence level of at least a few of us. Although everything we did was supposed to be on camera, we knew we could get away from the cameras if we really wanted to, especially if we hooked up with someone who refused to sign a privacy waiver. We tried not to do that too often, knowing that it didn't make for good TV, so sometimes we just looked for the wildest women who would be up for just about anything. Sometimes we intentionally frustrated the producers and sometimes we would absolutely throw them a bone.
Ronnie had said right up front that "you don't fall in love at the Jersey shore" then went and hooked up with Sammi, another of our roommates. As far as I was concerned, that was like taking a shit where you eat but they were grown-ups and I wasn't going to judge them for it if they were both happy and consenting. The rest of us were pretty much in agreement that there should not be any hook-ups between us. We focused our attention on the many other attractive or horny or drunk people populating our little vacation town. I don't know about the rest of them, but I ended up reneging on our decision one night. I'd met this amazing cougar when we were out one night and she wanted to go back to her place without the cameras, so we ditched them and experienced a night like no other.
It was in the wee hours of the morning that I returned to our home to find the cameras waiting again but just slipped into bed, still with a big shit-eating grin on my face. I was kind of surprised when, just as I was starting to doze off, Snooki came in and crawled into bed with me.
"I was worried about you," she whispered, "I thought maybe that cougar had devoured you."
I assured her that I did as much devouring as the cougar had and that we'd been equally satisfied. She surprised me again when she suddenly tried to kiss me. I pulled back and reminded her that we'd agreed that it would be a bad idea for any more of the roommates to hook up.
"I feel like I'm missing out, though," she said, quietly, "I hear stories like these and the noises through the wall when you're with somebody here. I know you can make a girl feel really good and I've been completely striking out."
It was true that she'd had some pretty bad luck when it had come to hooking up, like the one guy who puked all over our deck, then tried to kiss her goodnight.
"You've been listening to me through the wall?" I asked, fascinated by this.
"Yes," she answered in a sheepish voice.
