It started by taking my toddler, second cousins to the zoo. The weather could not have been more glorious and going to the zoo is just a glorious event in itself.
And then, the most ridiculous thing that could ever happen to me happened. I don't know why random things like this happen to me, but they do. A lot.
I've been craving fried rice like a pregnant woman (I read more and more that cravings aren't to satisfy a nutritional need, anyhoo) for about a week so my friend Allie and I went to a hibachi restaurant, Osaka, in Collierville, TN.
As we're leaving, we both notice two men looking at us, but didn't think anything of it. Girls know that this happens, guys, stop doing it.
One of the men came running out of the restaurant after us. Oh boy.
Let me take a brief moment to paint you a picture of said man: 30 something, Mexican, Affliction T-shirt, and obvious designer jeans.
Okay, now to continue to the beginning of the crazy.
Man: "How old are you?" - No good can ever come from this question
Allie: "What?"
M: "How old are you?"
Katherine (me): "He's asking how old we are." -I allow Allie to do the talking because she has the capacity to deter men which is an area where I fall short due to my inability to be mean to strangers
A: "Twenty-one..."
M: "Do you want to be a model on a new Spanish-English network?"
A: "Eh, no, that's okay, but thank you."
Parked outside of the entrance (not in a spot mind you, but on the side of the actual entrance) was a garish orange and white Hummer. After a good chuckle over what had just happened, I looked at it and told Allie that the Hummer had to be his. She pretty much told me I was being racist and just knew that it wasn't his.
I was feeling conflicted heading back to the abode because all of these "what ifs" started flooding my head. A) I'm a journalism student and didn't know if I could somehow benefit and B) life has taught me to not pass up random opportunities without investigating. Noticing that I was torn and slightly upset with my own hypothetical dilemma, Allie told me that she would be more than happy to turn around and go back. Of course as we almost reach our destination, we came to the conclusion to go for it.
I pathetically stroll back into Osaka over to the man's table and told him that we had thought about it that we would like his contact information. He tells us to follow him. To where? None other than the above-mentioned Hummer. Yes.
First, he tells us that he owns clubs and that he can get us in fo free! and precedes to hand us passes to SENSES. Oh my goodness. Describing his production company he starts name- dropping: Beyonce, 50 Cent, Pitbull, Daddy Yankee?, Jay-Z etc. He works with different clubs and artists and wanted us to be in Pitbull's video which his videos have featured the Hummer we were standing next to.
It gets so much better.
He pulls out a flyer to show us an example of what he does and... haha... it's all of these women, obviously exotic dancers, featuring one woman with watermelon-sized lady parts. I'm pretty sure he saw the horror/shock in our eyes and told us "20 pounds, Guinness Records." Oh good grief, is this really happening?
M: "Do you like to dance?"
A: "Katherine likes to dance!" -Awesome
M: "You go up and you'll dance for five hours and you get lots of money. No one touches you, you'll just take pictures with guys, but there are body guards."
He keeps telling us about where all of his clubs are and where we could travel to for shows and videos and all I can respond with was "Well, that sounds legit."
More and more talk/name dropping, we thank him and he tells us to call him.
Things learned through this experience:
Money is money
It is always worth at least exploring all opportunities that present themselves
A man wants Allie and I to be strippers
College is not needed for a fulfilling, well-paying career
