The Agency: My modeling agency
The Agent: Any one of the number of agents I have. We can group them together.
Jeffrey: 22. Long-term boyfriend/best friend who I dated on and off in college. Annoyingly perfect relationship until he got injured, depressed, hooked on prescription meds and stopped talking. He's clean now and playing professional baseball in Texas on a reserve team but never found his way back to the person he was before. It was sad. Now, I'm over it.
Brad: 26. Impressive actor who I met after he performed in a play with Tula. He's mastered the art of being a gentlemen without annoying me to death. Plus, he has a boat.
Curt: 20. Younger cousin of my best friend who passed away in high school. I've known him for years, but met him again recently and he reminds me of my friend who died. Sounds morbid? but I couldn't help being attracted to him.
Matthew: 24. Up and coming singer/songwriter who opened for my brother's band one night and then broke up with his girlfriend a week later. Apparently about to sign a huge record deal. Lacks some social skills.
Kush: 28. Ivy league business student that I met randomly at a work function. He told me he had the idea for a popular website but the guy he hired to make the website stole his idea and is now a billionaire. Thought he was full of shit until I read about it in the NYT.
Andy: 26. Model friend who is super good looking but not the least bit attractive. Hung out with him for a few weeks but then he drove me up the wall. I'm convinced he's gay but he's still in denial. Whatever his sexual orientation may be, he is the most dramatic person I have ever met. He will cry if he ever reads this website. Sorry Andy.
James: 24. Andy's sister's sorta-of boyfriend. Confessed he has a crush on me while we were at a bar with Andy and his sister. Somehow, they were oblivious. He's a sarcastic, wannabe writer with blue eyes. Plus, he's off limits. Bad combination.
Jimmy: 25. The hottest guy in our high school who I was good friends with and secretly in love with but swore I wasn't. A few years after we graduated, he told me he had a thing for me. Don't get to see much but whenever I do there's always something there.
Este: 22. Esteban. Professional salsa dancer from Argentina who came to the US during a break from college. Had a huge crush on him, but didn't realize it until two weeks before he left. He keeps telling me to come to Argentina. If I had $700 lying around, I would book one of the flights I keep looking up.
Everett- 27. My rock-star brother.
Tula- 26. one of my only girl friends in the area, happens to be in a band with Everett
Christopher- 23. First boyfriend after Psycho (see below). 100% italian. Semi-pro baseball player. Became a good guy just a little too late for me.
Psycho: My first boyfriend. He was crazy. Clinically. This blog is not about him but I might make refrence to him on occasion so just know enough to know that the world will be a better, safer place when he is no longer a part of it.
