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I went to his birthday party! http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://naomikeziah.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/24.jpg&imgrefurl=http://naomikeziah.wordpress.com/2009/10/14/paul-whartons-birthday-celebration-hosted-by-michaele-salahi-mary-barth/&usg=__nI_ppeTfdWg50ig3NfAO-sLFMnc=&h=305&w=448&sz=16&hl=en&start=17&sig2=0j3V9CjPLfJ674233WmlZQ&itbs=1&tbnid=VRosDD_xvb_6WM:&tbnh=86&tbnw=127&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpaul%2Bwharton%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&ei=Cg0_TJGAG8GclgeXtc2wBw
Ok, still not ringing a bell? How about the Housewives of D.C. (can't wait), Paul is what some would call the '6th Housewife'. And whenever I say "Oh, I know Paul" I always get a chuckle and a wry smile "Yeah we know Paul." Well it turns out that this friend of a friend knew a friend that had a friend [shall I continue]... that needed a model for her magazine, and I was just that said model.
In true social media fashion, Paul usurped is star power to start up an online modeling agency called "Evolution Look" a little over a year ago after my auditions for this said agency. In all fairness and truth, I was told by some of the reps a the casting that I was too short for the industry (the runway part) and then later they added:
"But you could do print?" referencing print/ commercial ads. I have heeded their advice and have done some nonprofit work a well as done commercial modeling for my university.And I have grown a few inches, so I think I am 5'7" in flats? (One of my lifelong ambitions was to achieve this height, besides being on Barney or the Disney channel with my perpetually youthful complexion).
So after setting up my profile in February, almost certain that only creepers would check it out, I left my profile up as is, with a generic, photo of myself, 8 x10, smiling, innocent and decent enough for a profile picture. In the days of mass media and social networking, I'm always wary of overexposure. Mother is too, which explains why at 18, I was in my first pageant. Ok, got me?
Fast forward to last Friday/Saturday morning when I received a message from the editor which read something to the effect of
"I saw your photo on Evolution Look, could you spare an afternoon with us to have your picture taken?" I'm sorry but what? Could I? I had summer school in the mornings and studying to do in the afternoons, but this? Ah, an offer I simply could not refuse! (And people actually look at that profile thing? Cool!)
That Saturday morning was especially wonderful because mother and I have been working on changing my room theme from pink and green (which now seems a bit overrated, but still lovely) to black and pink (which corresponds nicely with my Audrey Hepburn poster and Sweet 16 theme leftovers). And in the process, have been looking for a light fixture (whose nature will be unveiled once I get my room and another project that I've been stewing on in order). However, said light fixtures that met our (my) requirements were no less than a couple hundred dollars. Ok, if it were for my room at home, that might be a consideration, but mother never pays full price for absolutely anything! Ok, once I convinced her that I ABSOLUTELY NEEDED a pair of sequin black stilettos for pageant. And then she bought them at full price...
And these too!
But that was only one time.
I get a text the following morning from the beauty director, we've changed studios. Apparently the original choice had no AC and Washington has had 3 digit temps this summer. I for one have played field hockey outside in the dog days of August, so suffice it to say that sweating is like second nature.
But models are too hot to suffer in the heat. (Haa, play on words. I'm being conceited? Is that ok? Thanks!) Google maps, let's go. Toll booth and all, with and under an hour to get to Sterling from there. With the location chance also came a time change that required us to get there an hour earlier. Good luck on that one.
Why are exits referenced by route names in this part of the world? Beats me. I always feel as though it's analogous to a trick question on the SAT, you may think you're right, but there's always an answer that's the most right of the correct answers.
So we have 20 mins. left till call time and I recognize the office complex as one that's near my indoor field hockey rink. Is it a rink if it has no ice? Help me here...
"If things get creepy, just start running" Ok mom, I have 3.5 inch heels on.
"And kick off the heels while you're running, don't even look back to pick them up." Ok, mom, I can run in my heels if it comes down to that....
"And then call me, don't even look back. I'll know what's up" Haa, I love my mom, she's a crackup!
"Mom, it's suite 600, ok. I'll call , kay? Kay..."
My feet almost gave out under me, one of my biggest concerns, other than does this outfit make me look fat, is if I'm investing my time wisely. We'd never know until we tried...
I took a deep breath and tried to still my gut. My trembling fingers wrapped themselves around the handle and turned....
More on this in a sec! Get ready for the launch date on August 9th!
Until soon, much love,
<3 SF
