A modeling agency called me.  Me!  They called me. I was shocked, because I never thought of myself as modeling material.  I had a mole just above and to the right of my upper lip.  The boys in grade school would make fun of me and point saying, "You've got a bug on your face" or "Oooh, you've got a black booger!"

I asked my mom if it would disappear as I got older or if a doctor could cut it off, but she just looked at me and smiled sadly like she always did when she couldn't fix what I needed fixed.  She said, "Oh honey, it's a beauty mark.  You'll have a different opinion of it when you get older, you'll see."  Well, I'm older and from what I can see of this "beauty mark" I need to have at least a dozen more.  Like I said, I never thought of myself as good looking.

My whole attitude changed the day I got the phone call.  They had seen my picture on "Dating Connections."  One of their staff was looking for someone special, saw my face, and told his boss.

"You're kidding?" I said to the woman on the phone.  "Is this a joke?  Who put you up to this?"

They directed me to their website, invited me to visit, and signed me to a two-year contract.  After several free photo shoots, runway and makeup training, and even a voice coach, I was doing modeling shows at malls and auditioning for commercials.  The money was overwhelming, and I was having a ball.  Never in my piss-poor life had I ever dreamed that I could be so happy. 

I had started the journal the day after the modeling company called me.  I wrote about everything, the shows, the models, my incredible agent and the affair we had.  I even wrote about his wife and her affair with the mobster.