Supermodel love

caprine said something on her LJ about men wanting to date supermodels, and I mentioned that short, fat, toothless me had done this. It's not out of the realm of reality as many women of size seem to think.

When I posted my reply, the person I had in mind was Miss Washington Universe of 1969-70. I was in college, and was one of the yearbook photographers. The staff photog assigned me to do a shoot of this 6' tall platinum blonde knockout who had just been crowned Miss Washington State at the local Miss Universe/Miss USA pageant. Turns out she lived in the same dorm. We hit it off, she liked my quirky sense of humor, and I liked her sunny personality and how photogenic she was. She also was a lot smarter than your average model. We dated a few times, she was a frequent visitor to my dorm room, and after a couple of months she took up with my roommate, a 6'3" championship crew team member with a degree in pharmacy going for his MBA. They moved out of the dorm to live together off-campus.

In 1973, I was the layout editor and official mug shot photographer for The Daily Astorian in Astoria, Oregon. When Lois Feary came back from winning the Miss Teen Oregon pageant, I took the mug shots. And I asked her out. We dated a few times, but she was on the travel circuit and going to school, so we eventually lost touch.

Jamie Distefano was in the chorus and our belly dancer for the 2000 Sunnyvale production of Man of La Mancha. She had been Miss Santa Clara County 1999 and was twice in the top 10 finalists of the Miss California pageant. I was one of the leads in the show, and we hit it off from the start. But it was when she stumbled upon me playing the piano backstage before a rehearsal that she asked me out. We had one date, and she invited me to a party at her place, but as soon as the show was over she reportedly moved back to Twain Harte out in the Sierra foothills to be with her dad, and I have not been able to locate her since.
Sigh.

Edit: This picture is not a very good one of her, but it's her second Miss CA appearance, this time as Miss Mission City in 2001. Here is a slightly better view.

SO I have two or three points to make. First, for those women who make the excuse that men don't ask them out because men have fairy tale dreams about dating supermodels, you can put that excuse in the shredder. Second, supermodels are not all airheads who are only in it for the cash and to be the  Toy Boy's Boy Toy. And third, I guess I'm not as shy as I always think of myself as being.

Mission Accomplished

Got the shoes. My white Mark Twain outfit is now complete.

It was 1 pm and close to 100° when I left Mountain View. Hwy 17 was at a crawl. I got to Capitola's cleverly hidden mall at 2:30, the trip normally takes less than an hour. The way the mall is designed, you need to walk back and forth to get to all the major stores. My first stop was Hot Topic, where I bought the T-shirts Great Mall was out of. I hit every shoe store, Macy's, Sears, Gottshalk's and Mervyn's with no luck. None of them even had black Wellingtons in my size.

Took the back roads to Santa Cruz, Pacific street, parked in the lovely el cheapo city garage at the top of Cedar Street, walked all the way down Pacific looking for a likely place. Nothing. Finally, a sign caught my eye about a block past where I thought there were any more shops, and found a place called Cognito, which appears to cater mostly to the cross-dressing community. The nice lady behind the counter pointed to the perfect style of white patent leather wellingtons, and brought out a pair. They fit just fine. And only $40. Definitely costume-quality shoes, okay since I will only be wearing them for one day, and in future just for cons and parties.

It was now 6 pm, time to hit the Jazz Society at Bocci's Cellar. I had to park a block away, which has never happened before. Got there, and all the tables were full, mostly with extremely old people, and none of the musicians looked familiar. I only recognized two people. My cousin wasn't there, neither was her best friend. Nor the guy who has been Society pres for the past couple of years. So I left, and went back downtown. I poked my head in at Hoffman's, which has live jazz Sunday nights, and didn't recognize anyone in that band either. And they were out of napoleons, which is the only other reason I thought of going there. Had a quick drink and pit stop at Stabuck's, watched much eye candy pass by (this was also a lovely feature of Capitola Mall). Took myself to Hwy 17 headed back north, but traffic was at a crawl once again, so I got off at Mt. Herman Road, cut through Snott's Valley and took the Hwy 9 scenic route back to Saratoga and Hwy 85 home.

I think this is the first time I've been to Capitola & SCruz without going to the beach. I did pass by, but by the time I was done at the mall the fog was thick and it was freezing out there.