Well, I would like to, really. The lady undoubtedly has that certain something, that extra presence, that special aura that transforms a photo from good to extraordinary. But how can one build a professional collaboration when so much time passes between question and answer that you could plant an olive tree and harvest its first crop in the meantime?
My last attempt at contact dates back to October. Since then: radio silence. And now, out of the blue, this lonely emoji. I can already imagine how the rest of the communication would unfold — if at all. Between my response and her reaction, entire civilizations could rise and fall.
Yet she is quite successful in her digital world. Her OnlyFans account probably brings in more money monthly than some medium-sized businesses make quarterly. No wonder, her formula for success is remarkably simple: take a picturesque location, film yourself posing, cleverly cut to underwear — et voilà. These short videos seem to work like digital cocaine. The viewers click themselves into a frenzy that only reaches its peak when they subscribe to her OnlyFans channel.
I politely replied that while I would greatly appreciate the collaboration, a certain basic frequency of communication would be essential. Perhaps I should have tried it in emoji form? Hourglass, calendar, sleeping face, question mark. But I prefer to stick with words — even if they sometimes take longer to reach their destination.