Snapp secret... I came close to having a completely different life. When I was about 21 years old America's Top Model scouted me and contacted me through myspace and arranged for me to go to an interview audition. They told me to bring a bikini picture and a clothed picture and a headshot picture with me. I had no bikini pictures of me at the time so I asked my dad to to take the picture. Yall nothing is more embarrassing than having your dad take bikini pictures of you. But we got the pics taken despite my utter and complete embarrassment. I printed out the pics and drove myself to an interview audition. I arrived to a room of 200+ women. The staff escorted me to the front of the line, which made me feel like a big hot shot. They took me and a few other women to a private room and lined us all up. And immediatly told me to go home. I was not what they were looking for. I felt humiliated and ashamed of that moment for YEARS. I swore I would never tell anyone that story. But at 38 ...
Snapp Secret... there is a big difference between ironing a pair of pants for a man that tolerates you vs ironing a pair of pants for a man that loves you. To say the least, this entry is going to be very personal but I'm betting there is an unmarried woman out there that might value this story. Before Colt there were many men. Men who loved me, men who hated me, men who tolerated me, and there was Tony. Tony proposed to me a month into dating in the most dreamy of ways. Tony himself was dreamy. He had a profitable company, a loving family, he was practically a virgin, a Christian, an honest man, and Tony loved me. Unfortunately like most dreamy things, I was in lala land in my belief that all of it was true, let alone him being an honest man. It was all a dream, none of it was real. The company wasn't reputable, his family was hateful, he was cheating on me, he was never honest, and Tony absolutely did not love me. I didn't know all of that though. Not until the very end...