Now don't get me wrong-Kira was beautiful and could rock any outfit. But life doesn't always give you everything you want. I understood that by the time I was done with high school. Kira learned it a few months after that photo session, when no modeling opportunities actually materialized. To her credit, she moved on once she understood this. She found a job selling electronics and recently got promoted to be a branch manager. So even if she was delusional about this contest, Kira had real drive.
"Hey, you've got your beauty shots." Jo wagged a finger. "But what about Annalisa and me?" She flashed a sarcastic grin. "Looks like we have some work to do."
I snorted. "As if we can compete with Kira." We all knew that if they were choosing based on a photo, then Kira would beat us easily. And to be honest, Jo would be number two. She might not be as classically stunning as Kira, but she had a short, slender body and a bob of red hair over a fairly pretty face. Tonight she was wearing a jean jacket, a frilly black miniskirt, and yellow leggings. No doubt about it, I'd be the last one they'd choose.
It's not like I'm a dog or anything. Honestly, I'd describe myself as "average." Average weight, not very thin but not too heavy, either. Average breasts, neither tiny nor busty. An average face, rather plain in my opinion, with what I always thought of as simple features. Even average length black hair, straight and hanging lifelessly. The only thing that was more than average was my height; at 5'10" tall, I had both Kira and Jo beat.
But I wasn't doing much with my height tonight. Unlike my girlfriends who were drawing looks from all over the bar, I'd dressed down in jeans and a light blue sweater. The outfit didn't garner much attention around here, especially sitting next to my girlfriends. But after dressing up all day at the car dealership, I preferred something casual for drinking night.
I might have seemed like a lonely woman who didn't dress up and whose only boyfriend options were boring, angry, and clingy losers. But I could do better if I wanted. I knew how to work what I had-I'd learned it from the Fiery Boys in high school. Back then, I would dance in my room while their music played in my ears and their posters watched over me. In my full-length mirror, I practiced moves I'd seen in videos, and I got pretty good. So I knew how to do all those things that make guys pay attention. And when I threw in my natural enthusiasm, I had everything I needed to attract a man. Yeah, I could do better than Palmer, I just hadn't bothered lately.