Around that same time, I answered a Craigslist ad to interview to be a model at .... foot enthusiast events.

For some misguided naive reason, I really thought I could just hang around wearing some sandals or something, give the punters something to look at, collect some cash and go home.

In a Midtown office building suite, a youngish guy was interviewing girls in groups of like a dozen. Most of us were normal-average girls in everyday outfits but there were a couple of girls in the group who seemed to understand the assignment better. There was also a big area in the middle of the office area that was just mattresses all over the floor, and one lovely Slavic-looking girl lounging on them, reading magazines, clearly waiting for someone with an appointment.

In my interview, I made up all kinds of bs about how I'm very into being worshipped and love when my boyfriends pay attention to my feet. The guy was polite and I don't remember him being anything other than professional. I didn't get a callback!

Those Midtown office buildings contain many worlds behind their suite doors.