Always, always, ALWAYS listen to your mother…

Back in the 80’s, when I was a glorious 19/20-year-old college dropout/runway model, Mommi kept one of my portfolio pics on her desk at work.  She frequently asked me to visit for lunch.  It seems there was this guy in marketing who kept asking her for an introduction.  She said he was tall and kinda cute and had a great personality. Of course, I always refused, even to the point of saying there’s no way in HELL I’d ever date a guy from marketing.  I mean why?  I was 19 and hot, and since he was at the GM office in Naperville and … Continue reading Always, always, ALWAYS listen to your mother…