So in my twenties I was a real estate broker in Soho, where lofts represented, outside of entire townhouses in the whole of downtown, the priciest real estate because there was so little inventory given artist-in-residence restrictions and demand for that cast iron district. Unlike sales where buyers pay the broker's commission, renters paid them - 15% of the first year's rent. (The only exceptions were certain big developers with tons of inventory who'd pay part of the commission, like Rockrose, which specialized in cheap gut renos of entire buildings in the then-undesireable far West Village.)
I got a call from Viacom with the following proposal:"We're scouting locations for a new MTV show we're thinking of calling 'The Real World' where we're going to film 24/7 the lives of several young people sharing a loft over the course of maybe several months. We need a LOFT in Soho big enough to accommodate them, a large camera crew and tons of equipment we'd be allowed to install, we only want to pay X, and instead of paying you a commission we'd let the name of your real estate company roll in the credits."
To which I immediately responded:"You're asking as a huge corporation with deep pockets to find you the near-impossible for nothing. I don't think my company can accommodate you."
And that was that.
Decades later I read somewhere that the gay who made history coming out in Season 1 was the only castmate who didn't audition for the show but was someone I believe a location scout found interesting and put on the show. I was pretty interesting in those days, and recognizable - good looking and known for wearing a leather fedora to avoid the sun, so who knows? I could've been the first gay reality TV star since Lance Loud. Another blown opportunity.
Sidebar: My steady at that time was a dead ringer, face and body, for Season 1's Eric Nies (both were male models):
THAT would've made for interesting reality television!