My Modeling Career

To celebrate my friend Mitch’s 27th birthday party last Friday, a group of about 30 of us ate dinner at The Bistro next door to the Bijou Theater. After this loud and entertaining repast, we planned to migrate to The Gallery Lofts where Joe was house-sitting for his brother’s girlfriend.

I stopped on my way out the door to Johnson Swingtet get ready for their set.

A woman to my left sitting at the bar said, “Excuse me.”

I turned.

The question that followed is one that we all secretly enjoy being asked.

“Have you ever done in modeling?”

Well, no, I haven’t, unless, of course, you count the heating and air company in Nashville that paid me $100—which was a lot of money to me at the time—to put on my choir tuxedo, pose with my friend Lauren Hasty in one of her sister’s prom dresses, and smile until my face hardened for some photographs intended for the company’s new brochure. Do you count my work in Creative Needle in the early nineties as modeling? No, I haven’t modeled professionally, but I’ve always believed, you understand, that my castle-storming brow, deep-set hazel eyes, and Prussian nose would have a certain rugged allure the same way that I’ve always believed I could take down a terrorist on a plane with a meal tray or I would make a world-class swordfighter if I spent some time to training. I’ve kept these beliefs about myself to myself because I recognize that others may disagree with them.

“No, I haven’t,” I said with a smile.

Her comment that followed is one that undermined my secret pleasure and pride in being asked if I’d ever done any modeling.

“Well, I do body painting… .”

Her lips kept moving, and I’m pretty sure she told me to check out her work on Facebook, but I stepped out of the conversation politely by asking for her card.

The next day, I did a Google search with her name, and discovered that she teaches art classes for children at a museum in Oak Ridge. That must be her bread and butter until the adult body painting takes off—what, with the recession and all…

She dashed my dreams of making a cool $25,000 an hour for drinking Perrier and walking around shirtless in New York studios! Now, my superhero calf muscles will never appear on billboards and cause pile-ups from coast to coast.

I’ll just have to keep writing web content and helping people develop their brands and marketing strategies, and that’s what I get for being superficial.

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2 Comments

  1. Lauren King
    Posted April 15, 2010 at 11:52 am | Permalink

    You got paid for that heating and air thing? I think Lisa took my money and bought a terrifying antique.

  2. Austin L. Church
    Posted April 17, 2010 at 9:25 am | Permalink

    Probably a freaky doll with chipped paint on its face.