When I was either 19 or 20, I was walking around a Circuit City with my best friend as he looked for a CD. He was taking far too long and I was getting bored, so I went outside to smoke a cigarette. While lurking in the shadows, a dude comes up to me and explains how he’s from a modeling agency and gives me his card. I laughed at him (my look at the time was shaved head and Dickies), but took the card anyway, finished my smoke, and went back inside to find my friend. I tell him the whole weird story on the way out of the store.
Later that evening, we meet up with some other friends and the modeling story gets told, but in this version, my friend was asked to the agency too. I called him out in front of everyone because he could never just let me have one thing to myself.
Either way, I didn’t end up going.
I have very low self-esteem and a very real fear of being abducted and held in a rape shed.