So I called TaShay and got her on the first ring.

“Hey, we’re on our way,” she told me. “And my girlfriend had the nerve to ask me if you looked as good in real life as you do in pictures.”

I smiled. Girls will be girls, I thought. “So what did you tell her?”

“I told her ass, ‘Hell yeah!’ Then she started talking about male models being gay and shit.”

It was a total change of pace from the conversation with Andrea. I could hear TaShay’s girlfriend laughing and carrying on in the background.

“Why would you tell him that?” she whined loud enough for me to hear her.

“Because you did say that, and he’s not gay.”

I could already see what kind of night I would have with them. It was time to get my vitamins out, and that scared the hell out of me.

“How old is your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s twenty-two, and she’s a hot bitch; black and Japanese,” she said. “You know how Kimora Lee Simmons looks? Well, my girl Tan makes her look like the ugly duckling in the family.”

They Got Me

ITOLD TASHAY and her friend that I didn’t have any transportation, so they were headed straight to the hotel to pick me up. That was better than having Billy chauffeur me around in a yellow Lamborghini and drive the girls into insanity. I didn’t need all that attention, nor did I want Billy around me to influence anything. I planned to keep a cool, adult head around the girls and keep them safe. Billy would have been as wild as they were, or worse.

I didn’t even know what to wear around the girls, so I kept it basic: a clean white T-shirt, blue jeans, my comfortable brown leather shoes, and a sports jacket. The catch for me was always the cologne. I traveled with at least five different scents at all times. I didn’t wear the Cool Water much, but since the girls were young, I figured I’d splash on the old, Snoop Doggy Dogg brand.

By the time the girls arrived at the hotel, I was already waiting outside for them at the front entrance, while getting myself plenty of attention from the Angelenos. I loved when pretty women stared; it always made me feel up to the task of romance.

“Excuse me, do you play football for the Chargers?” a smiling Latina woman asked me. Her two friends were milling around in the background. I guess she was the bold one sent to do their dirty work.

“No, but thanks for the compliment. I did play some basketball in high school, but that’s about it. I make my living taking pictures now,” I told her.

“Taking pictures? You’re a model or something?”

“Yeah. We all gotta make our money some way.”

She continued to smile. “Well, it must be nice, man.”

“Yeah, it’s real nice; nice and big,” I told her.

She looked at me in shock and started laughing. Then she waved herself.