Okay people, listen up!! It wasn’t me.
It’s been brought to my attention that I was getting my freak on with some cover models while at RT. I hate to burst anyone’s bubble, but I didn’t even speak to a cover model (not even the guy in the picture with me and Ashleigh Raine- they had to make me touch him LOL). And yes, I realize that talking isn’t necessary to do the nasty, but I like a guy to ply me with a little conversation first, not just drag me off by the hair, no matter how hunky he might be.
And then there’s the fact that I’m quite happily married, my husband was WITH ME as was my baby girl. And that I didn’t have the engergy to do more than sit like a lump in a chair at the bar most nights let alone attack the pretty boys.
So, you might ask, how could someone get the impression that I might have done this?
Simple answer, really. There’s another Angie, who’s a proofer for EC and who lives in the same part of the country as me. No REALLY there is. I know it sounds unbelievable, but could I make this up? The funny thing is, I was going to room with her and her roommates before I decided to bring Josh and Brianna with me. So this is a case of mistaken identity. Not as bad as the poor scmuck who’s been mistaken for the former President of Liberia and had his accounts frozen (sadly, he is white while the former Prez is black), but still potentially detrimental to people’s perception of me and Josh. My baby’s mama isn’t that kind of wild girl 😉 Well, not anymore!
Aren’t you all relieved it wasn’t me??