I told her, “Look, people want to live how they want to live, Judi. They don’t care about us being celibate. That’s not important to them. But sex…that’s important. And they want that. They don’t want to be thinking about some perfect man or some perfect situation. That’s not the desired reality.”

Judi was steadily shaking her head. She said, “You’re wrong, Terrance. You’re wrong. We all want more control over ourselves. We just don’t know how to do it.”

I smiled. I said, “Well, shoving beautiful models in their face every day won’t make it any easier for them.”

Judi looked down into the bedsheets. She said, “That’s my biggest dilemma. So I’ve been thinking about giving up modeling. It’s hypocrisy.”

I said, “Let me get this straight. You say that we have a certain credibility as models, since we’re in the public eye with what we do. And we are therefore able to make an example of change through our own lifestyle changes. But then you’re thinking about quitting what gives you that power in the first place, so you won’t look like a hypocrite while pushing items that may not be all that good for them?”

I said, “Well, how about only modeling for products that are community-based and community positive then?”

The irony was that those items typically viewed as “good for them” were generally harder to promote because they were supported less and made less money. But the things that people seemed to like and support—sex, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, violent films, addictive music—were in constant need of regulations and restrictions because they were craved so strongly. However, the library was free. They only charged you to bring their books back so more people could share them.

Judi said, “I’ve already begun to do that. I’m modeling for causes now.”

“Well, that’s all you need to do then. You don’t need to quit. You’re still beautiful,” I told her.

She chuckled. “Thank you. But what about you? Are you willing to make a change?”

She was dead serious, too.

I said, “Are you asking everybody to do this? Why do you want me to make a change?”

She joked and said, “Because you’re in room seven-twelve. You’re the lucky one.”

“The lucky numbers are seven-eleven,” I told her.

“Whatever.”

By then our food had arrived. I signed the bill and gave our Latino server a tip.

“Gracias,” he told me.

I nodded to him.

When he left the room, I joked and said, “How about giving up our food and abstaining from eating to support those who don’t have food.”

Judi gave me the evil eye as she uncovered her grilled chicken. “Don’t play with me. I already starve myself. That’s another thing I don’t like about modeling.”

“Oh, so starving is not good with food, but it is good with sex?” I continued.

Judi shook her head at me as she began to stuff her face.

“You are impossible,” she mumbled through her first bite of food.