Not to rush over my school years or anything, but to be quite honest with you, I don’t have any memories other than being completely boy crazy. I was boy crazy as far back as the first grade. I don’t know if any of you remember this, but in school kids used to name the days, Monday - marriage day, Tuesday - toes day, etc. This is the way it worked, if you wore a skirt or dress to school on Friday, all the boys would flip it up all day long. Some of the girls would get upset and cry because they forgot it was Friday flip up day, not me, I loved it! In fact, I always wore a dress and little pink panties that said Friday. Of course I would act shy and shocked but between you and I, there was not a shy or shocked bone in my body. Which might I add, did not exist until the age of about 20 or 21.

Oh yeah, I heard it all, daddy long legs, beanpole, and bones brigade. I guess you can say that wasn’t really the reaction I was looking for, but I guess it’s better than no attention at all.

My Father, which by this time having three girls, tried everything to keep us busy, especially me. I took basketball, tap, jazz, baton twirling and my favorite, gymnastics. I took 1st Place at the vault in the state meet and I always placed high in the floor routines. After about 6 years of gymnastics, I grew too tall for the sport and had to quit, which was devastating. Shortly after I auditioned for a sing and dance group called “Reflections”. We performed all over. My favorite performance we did was Grease.

By this time my dad had remarried and his wife was studying photography and always had these assignments due for her class. I was more than happy to volunteer to be the model in the picture. Even thought it wasn’t necessary, I would always dress up and put on make-up. By the time she took the pictures to class they were probably all wondering who the clown in the picture was. Well, what do you expect; I was no make-up artist at 12 years old. At that time Madonna was just hitting it big with Material Girl, so you can imagine the shots. So I guess you can say that this was my first experience as a model.

When I turned 13 I decided to move to California and live with my Mom. That was another devastating time for me because I had become so close to my dad over the years. He had always made sure I did well in school, my grades were always above average, and I was always participating in a lot of school activities. He had rules and I followed them and that was that. I was definitely a daddy’s girl.

Off to California I go! Now you have to imagine what it’s like for a mother to finally get a chance to raise her daughter after 13 years. It seems like she didn’t know how to be the parent. At first she was afraid to tell me to do anything. It seems like she played the best friend instead of the mother. Going from rules and tight schedules to no rules was quite a change. I had no curfew, I was allowed to have boys over, have a boyfriend, dress how I wanted, and wear make-up. I thought I had the coolest mom on the block and so did all my friends.

Everybody loved to stay over at my house because they knew we could do whatever we wanted, and the boys wouldn’t have to leave until about 2 am. That soon started to backfire on my mom. I went completely wild and there was no telling me what to do from then on. She would punish me and ground me to my room, but I would just sneak out the window as soon as she fell asleep. That started to get old and we began fighting all the time. The following year I moved out.

I lived all over California until I finally got situated in Newport Beach. I worked at this very upscale hair salon where I met a bunch of fabulous girls that started taking me out to clubs, remember, at this point I was still seventeen. I learned a lot and grew up very fast. I was already living in the fast lane as far as clubs, shopping, expensive restaurants, and rich men. Mind you, this wasn’t just any group of girls, they were all blonde bombshells. Some of them were dancers at this bikini bar, some worked at my salon and some just got taken care of by their boyfriends.

I started to commute to Los Angeles to sign-up with some modeling agencies. I booked a couple of commercials and got my first job with Playboy. I was so excited, my very first issue was a newsstand special called Latin Girls. I was spending so much time in Las Angeles that I decided to start looking for an apartment. About that same time I met this guy that I thought was so charming, so I decided to move in with him.

We found this beautiful place on Doheny and Sunset , and started playing house. If you have ever been to Las Angeles, you know there are a lot of strip clubs. I remember how glamorous my friends made it look, so I danced a couple of armature night contests.

At the time I loved everything about dancing, the money, the sexy clothes, dancing on stage, and getting to be very flirtatious without having to be responsible. By that time I was starting to realize the guy I was dating wasn’t what I thought he was going to be. He was very jealous and started to cheat on me. It soon became a nightmare, this guy turned into a complete psycho. Obviously I moved out as soon as possible. Every girl has a stalker story, so here is mine.

He would break into my apartment before I got home and be standing in my living room, I would have threatening phone calls, he keyed my car, he would provoke girls into starting fights with me and also turned my two closest fiends against me. By the way, to whoever is reading this, if you live in the Los Angeles area, beware of a guy named Timmy Ianello!!! It became so unbearable that my girlfriend and I took off to New York.

I was only with this guy a short while, but I have to say he really did a job on me. I was so hurt that I lost myself for the next 4 months, and was not in character with myself. I tried so hard to forget everything he had done to me. I started dancing at Scores and was partying every single night. I was making so much money, shopping all day, living in a hotel with two other girls and actually started taking an extreme liking to one of them. I wouldn’t say that I decided against men, but for the time I decided to give women a try.

I think all girls that have danced or even been around the atmosphere of the whole strip club life had to have all taken a liking or at least a curiosity towards other women. I really have to say for a while I didn’t miss being with a man. Girls are so soft, sexy and just in tune with other girl’s feelings. It seems like a no brainer right, women with women and men with men, don’t worry, I’m just kidding. It was fun, I wouldn’t take that back.

After a while you do start to miss a mans big strong hands, and being held in his arms where you feel so safe. Anyways, I’ll always have an attraction towards women and if I end up with a girl here and there, great. Don’t worry guys, at the end of the day I’m always going to come running home to you.

Being the California beach bum that I am, you can imagine how the city starts to close in on you after a while. Don’t get me wrong, I loved New York, I just really missed being able to see the beautiful ocean view, smell the cool breeze, and hear the seagulls. A couple of friends and I started making weekend trips to Miami Beach. The nightlife there is by far the wildest!! Maybe it’s the hot weather, it’s so warm all the time, and so the girls always dress so sexy, which makes all the guys crazy. There is also a good mix of cultures in Miami, which makes it very interesting. Can you guess what I did next? You got it, Miami here I come. I made the move from New York to Miami Beach and have been there ever since. I have a great condo in a high rise right on the water; it has the most amazing view you’ve ever seen. I have two cats, Simon, and Sabra, and one ferret, Sasha. All girls of course, there is only room for one man in my house.

Life in Miami is very relaxed. I’m working full time with Wilhelmina Miami and have been very lucky with work. I’ve done dozens of national commercials anywhere from Bally’s, Budweiser, Nair, and Coors. As far as print ads, I don’t do a lot of catalogs; they told me I’m too sexy. Actually that is one of the unfortunate things because Miami is all catalog and that is definitely where the money is. I do a lot of fitness, swimwear, lingerie, and anything that calls for a great body. The biggest job I had, and the one I brag about is when I got hired to back-up sing and dance for Julio Inglesias for his “Noche de Quatro Lunas” tour. I worked with two other girls, one was the sexiest Cuban girl you ever saw, and man could she dance. She helped me out a lot and gave me pointers. The other girl was a tall thin redheaded Spanish girl who was the funniest sweetest thing. We saw the whole world in the blink of an eye. We visited Milan, London, Paris, Sweden, Switzerland, Russia, Brazil, Venezuela, and Argentina. Being on tour can get very trying at times. You don’t eat properly, and the food is so different everywhere you go. Sleep definitely starts to be an issue, the jet lag can be unbearable. Tempers flared, but as soon as the show begins, everything is put aside and we all had a great time. Don’t get me wrong; the shows were always followed with fabulous dinners with Julio and his people from Sony. We stayed in very fancy hotels, flew on his jet from country to country, and saw many amazing places. The Luvre in Paris, and Red Square in Russia to name a few.

It’s funny with all this excitement you think it would be enough to keep anybody happy, not me, one night while we were in Paris, the Cuban girl and I snuck out to go for a stroll and ended up on a bungy jump. It cost us all our money we were given for the day, but we did it anyway. It was amazing and definitely the adrenaline rush I needed after such a hectic week. If you were wondering why I say snuck out, it’s because we weren’t really supposed to stray too far from the hotel or leave without and escort. That gets annoying after a while so sneaking out happened quite often.