Back in the early 70's, I was looking at sport jackets in a Needless Markup (Neiman Marcus) store when the guy fitting me invited me to the modeling agency where he worked part time.
Male models don't have to be good-looking (subjective, anyway) but rather have good bone layout and be proportional.
I ended up doing some ramp work for the San Fran. Greme Agency and modeled clothing for Fiorucci, an Italian co.
Anyway, one day back stage, a tall beautiful lady came up to me and said, "Hello, so you're from North Dakota?...I'm from Breckenridge, MN...how do you like the big city?" We talked a while and swapped farm stories, etc., and she wished me luck. She excused herself and moved on. Then a full-time model said, "You're too new here to be flirting with Cheryl Tiegs." I had no clue who CT was...until days later.
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