Today, while I was on my lunch break, this FOBby middle-aged Indian guy stopped me on the street.
FOBMAIG: Excuse me, are you a model or something?
I shake my head, amused. Good line, sir.
FOBMAIG: Are you sure? I swear I've seen you on the cover if something.
Me: Definitely not.
FOBMAIG: Oh... thanks.
We continue on our paths.
That was my brief encounter, but what a great come on. I'm like 16 million sizes too big to be a model 'or something' in Hollywood. But maybe he was distracted by my trendy blue $6 forever 21 wayfarers, or the fact that I was a young girl on Sunset Blvd.