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How We Met
I remember the day clearly when my agency sent me for a casting in Marlborough Street in Surry Hills, George’s office. I actually remember the exact date. It was the 15th of January 2008. I was wearing purple cut-off denim shorts, a black tank and some old worn-out vintage boots. My hair was out. When I set foot in the office I was asked to wait in a big chair. Eventually he walked over and sat opposite me. That’s when I saw George for the very first time. The first thing he asked me was if I had already been for a swim that morning. I just smiled and said yes. We chatted a bit and he looked at my portfolio. He looked so cool with his long blond hair, cheeky smile and kind eyes. I was thinking, ‘damn they don’t make men like this in Germany, he is sexier than Kurt Cobain’. I got the job, three months later we were engaged and the rest is history. This year we have our eight-year wedding anniversary. Still to this day I have a smile on my face when I wake up in the morning and look to my right. I’m a lucky girl.
OK, super cliché from my side and almost an abuse of power, but hey, I’ll be honest. One of the main perks of getting into the fashion game for me was the possibility I might fall in love with a beautiful supermodel. I’m corny as hell, but I don’t care, it’s the truth. Anyway, I remember casting girls for this show we were doing, our long hallway was full of beautiful young women from all the Sydney agencies. It was all going good; I was going through it easy, very casual, very businesslike and what I considered professional. That was until this girl called Cisco walked into the room. As she entered it felt like the composition of the air changed. Everything was heightened and every part of me woke up instantly. Standing in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I think at this stage I was staring stupidly, I was probably not even blinking and probably had my mouth open like a stunned fish because I kind of knew that right in front of me was my dream girl. At that moment I remember thinking to myself, ‘I could throw everything away for this girl right now. Don’t fuck this up George, speak properly, don’t mumble, sit up straight, suck your gut in, and be interesting God damn you’. I was really excited obviously, and then I started to get nervous. I get nervous at the best of times and that was certainly the start of those.