With sex appeal he strutted his stuff, modelling outfits given to him last minute off the cuff. So natural he made a statement of the essence of manliness when he came out with his cattleman’s hat and his beaming smile.
We worshipped him. He must have been in every woman’s dreams, I thought. ‘Wow,’ jumped out of my mouth when I saw him wearing underwear that was not much more than seams.
It was time for the next contestant. He was so scrawny. I did not envy his figure but I envied his elegance. He was only made of skin and bones. I felt like buying him a snickers bar and a coke. ‘You need to eat. Please eat!’ I wanted to shout.
This can be a dangerous world, where starvation is beauty and being beautiful is not fun. While I could not judge him, having an eating disorder myself, I felt terribly sad for him and some of the models. I felt empathy even if I really disliked him. He was unpleasant and arrogant. I knew from experience that food trouble could make you a miserable and unkind person but he seemed to love every inch of himself and he looked down on us as if we were ugly ducklings, while he glided past in grace and beauty like a swan. His lips always glittered and his hair sparkled and reflected the light. His freshly moisturised smooth skin shone and his hips rocked with divine elegance from side to side.
Changing outfits with speed and agility can be a sultry exercise. Some of us got stressed by this and others just smiled as if this was second nature. The next contestant had make-up covering an already perfect face, sparkling eyes and a perfectly shaped body that followed the stage with grace. I was envious of his perfect symmetry. His body was sculpted like that of a Greek God. He was a real head turner. Lolo confirmed this later when she announced him as her favourite and as her crush. He was a top favourite in our books too.