{"id":206,"date":"2006-08-15T08:58:56","date_gmt":"2006-08-15T08:58:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/08\/15\/not-so-super-model-pt4\/"},"modified":"2010-03-22T15:40:31","modified_gmt":"2010-03-22T15:40:31","slug":"not-so-super-model-pt4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/08\/15\/not-so-super-model-pt4\/","title":{"rendered":"not so super model pt.4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/08\/07\/not-so-super-model-pt3\/\">Pt.3: Then he used the word sister (SISTER!) and said he was going to see Van Strudel. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d talk when he got back. <\/a><\/p>\n<p>I went straight to Eliza.  All she said was &#8220;Oh B&#8221; and &#8220;Let&#8217;s make for the Hogs Head.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>My inebriated friend was the queen of optimism-verging-on-delusion.  &#8220;He&#8217;s dying to sweep you away,&#8221;  her voice was all drama, &#8220;he&#8217;s just pig headed.&#8221;  She mulled it over for another minute and then said &#8220;You know that Bonnie Raitt song,<em> I can&#8217;t make you love me<\/em>?&#8221;  Yup.  &#8220;Well it&#8217;s bunk.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Later, through my third tumbler of amber ambrosia, I agreed.  &#8220;He already loves part of me,&#8221; I drawled.  &#8220;I&#8217;ve just gotta make him love <em>the other part.<\/em>&#8221;  By <em>other part<\/em> I meant the part that didn&#8217;t look like a Dutch runway model. <\/p>\n<p>The next afternoon I made my way through the streets to the first Toni and Guy with a cancellation.  A glam man in mascara seated me.  &#8220;What&#8217;s your pleasure, dahling?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>I flipped through a magazine until I found a photo of a very thin Catherine Zeta Jones &#8211; the closest I could come to Miss Van Strudel on such short notice.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Make me look like this,&#8221; I said, and meant it.<\/p>\n<p>A year later we&#8217;d sit back and wonder at the events of the following week.  Eliza would laugh a laugh full of snorts and I would cringe and hide my head.  <\/p>\n<p>But I was full of confidence on the day I decided to turn myself into the woman I hated.   <\/p>\n<p>I coloured my hair the darkest shade of brunette.  Adopted towering heels and an accessorised-to-death style.  I even began learning drunken German &#8211; because she spoke the sober kind &#8211; and went around saying things like  <em>&#8220;Ich liebe mich Affe&#8221;<\/em> and <em>&#8220;Ich bin sehr konfus&#8221;<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>When he arrived home from Amsterdam-by-way-of-Paris he was in for a shock.  So was I.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/08\/29\/not-so-super-model-pt5\/\">Continued&#8230;..<\/a><\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pt.3: Then he used the word sister (SISTER!) and said he was going to see Van Strudel. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d talk when he got back. I went straight to Eliza. All she said was &#8220;Oh B&#8221; and &#8220;Let&#8217;s make for the Hogs Head.&#8221; My inebriated friend was the queen of optimism-verging-on-delusion. &#8220;He&#8217;s dying to sweep you away,&#8221;<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1614,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions\/1614"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}