The Model

So I met this model while attending an American Apparel Party with my friend Lil B. Yea that’s what we call him. This party was like a full on orgy without sex. A pool party inside a swanky NYC hotel in midtown called hotel QT. Anyway, Lil B and I were in the pool and drinking and were making out for the photographer who was there in several areas of this party including the steam room, the sauna and the shower room. It was fun and crazy and we made out not because we liked each other like that, but because everyone else was doing it. So toward the end of the night, I began to wind down and was sitting alone by the pool in my Stella McCartney bikini when this guy comes and sits next to me. He introduces himself and tells me he is a model with Wilhelmina…Wilhelmina in Miami, not NY. Big difference you guys. Anyway, by the end of the convo I gave him my number. This was before I swore off models and stopped giving my number out. Anyway we went out a few times, he met some of my friends. Some of them liked him, and others couldn’t stand him. I was totally into him and his big crazy curls and cool sense of style. He use to bartend to make extra $$ and my girlfriends and I would always go where he was working and he would give us free drinks. This was also before I stopped drinking cocktails too. We were clearly together by anyone’s definition and we had a lot of fun. We even went to church together once and that was when I met his friends for the first time. He seemed cool, respectful and well rounded. Anyway, fast-forward a couple of months. One night we were laying in bed, fooling around of course, and I asked him if he has slept with anyone else since we were dating, and without hesitation or even regret, he replied yes. He told me it was some girl he met in NY who was visiting from Miami but that there was nothing between them and he didn’t speak to her anymore. I immediately felt sick, and grossed out and told him that he makes me sick and that he was gross. He then replied with “ Do you want me to leave?” I said nothing, which was his cue to get the fuck out! So out the Fuck he got, and I never called him again. Fast-forward another couple of months. I’m already over him, and he calls me out of the blue and acts like nothing had ever happened. He said he was making his rounds to the modeling agencies to seek representation and wanted to stop by the agency that I worked at. So I said fine, stop by. So he came, I sent my assistant to retrieve his book and pass around the table. They all said no, and so she gave his book back to him. Before he left though, he handed my assistant a single, long stemmed red rose and asked her to give it to me. I sort of felt bad for that male slut. He not only got rejected by the agency, but by me since he thinks that an effin rose would ever make up for the fact that he Fucked some nasty random, Miami chick. I just looked at him, and waved goodbye.