It is good to meet people. It is good to dance. It’s good to dance and meet people you might find attractive. See, this is type of thought process which got me in trouble during college. When you’re underage, your nightlife options are stunted.
a) You get a fake ID
b) You go to Canada where the drinking age is 19
c) You go to cheesy underage dance clubs
d) You stay home and study on Friday and Saturday nights
I choose option C often even though I’m terrified of dancing. Well I’m much less terrified now thanks to my appearances on the dance floor during the college years. I used to be so scared of dancing I would hang out on the sides and wish I had the balls to bust a move. With some time I grew a pair and danced and met some fun people. Some I dated, some I was too embarrassed to ask on a date, and some weren’t there for romantic encounters.
One eventful evening, my friend Scott directs me to a table located away from (fake) smoky dance floor. I felt confident that night. There was a guy manning some small card table and he was repping a talent agency. He said all the right things to woo me. Dammit, I went to the club to meet girls and this guy flattered me enough where I attended an informational meeting a few days later. I was swept off my feet by the kind words this guy said about my appearance.
Before I knew it, I decided to enroll in a John Casablancas modeling class which I couldn’t really afford. In fact, it may be the first official item I financed come to think of it… other than college. Not the $500 futon, it was this crazy modeling class. I commuted on the bus to the class weekly where I learned various skills such as: glamorous head shots, walking the catwalk, how to nail a “go see”, dressing with glitz, applying makeup, and how to stop chewing my nails.
Okay, it all seems a bit silly as I describe it here. The ten week program was grueling (a lie), yet it did give me an ego boost. It was a much needed confidence booster considering I was in a bit of a dark place personally. As many of you know, these classes happened shortly after one of my siblings passed away in 1991. These classes got me out of my shell and thinking about the future.
I finished the modeling class and worked on building a portfolio. I paid a sketchy photographer for some head and body shots then attempted to market myself. Nothing really amounted out of this though as I lost interest over the years. However, I must say my knowledge gained allows me to show off Dior turns and makes watching America’s Next Top Model (ANTM for those in the know) much more compelling.
*NOTE: a head shot will be added to this post at a later date