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After a short time in <strong>the</strong> city, I settled into a tiny Westwood apartment with my friend Nora.<br />
Besides a mattress, a lamp, and a pile of schoolbooks, my room was all but empty. My Hooters salary<br />
was barely covering my daily expenses, so I relied heavily on scholarships in order to pay for a<br />
portion of <strong>the</strong> hefty tuition at <strong>the</strong> private university. What was left over for me to pay? . . . Well, let’s<br />
just say it went unpaid for quite some time.<br />
I was 20 years old and almost delusionally confident and optimistic. I was convinced I could do<br />
anything I could put my mind to . . . even become a famous actress and get my college degree within a<br />
few years. I knew I wasn’t always <strong>the</strong> hottest girl in <strong>the</strong> room, but I also knew I wanted success so<br />
badly that I would work harder than anyone else for it. For a while, I did manage to juggle it all: <strong>the</strong><br />
school, <strong>the</strong> job, and <strong>the</strong> auditions. There was only so much longer I could keep up it up, though. I was<br />
burning <strong>the</strong> candle at both ends and something was bound to give.<br />
As it happens with transfers, many of my credits from Portland State didn’t apply towards my<br />
program at Loyola Marymount. In order to graduate on time, I’d have to load up on credits, which<br />
included long <strong>the</strong>ater hours that would require working backstage on different productions during <strong>the</strong><br />
evenings when I typically waitressed. I knew that with a packed school schedule and a full-time job, I<br />
wouldn’t have any time to study. And if I couldn’t study, I wouldn’t be able to meet <strong>the</strong> minimum<br />
grade requirements of my scholarships. So after a year at LMU, I decided to take a break from school<br />
to focus on pursuing my career. I would never be as young or as eager as I was in that moment, and I<br />
figured that I might as well take <strong>the</strong> plunge. School would always be <strong>the</strong>re, so if it didn’t work out for<br />
me, I could easily go back and finish my degree. It’s not unusual to graduate from college at 30; but<br />
it’s a lot less likely to break into acting at that age. In my heart, I thought it was <strong>the</strong> best decision for<br />
me at <strong>the</strong> time.<br />
With school on hold, I picked up more shifts at Hooters and eventually started working part time<br />
as a Hawaiian Tropic model. The gig basically required me to show up at events in company apparel<br />
or appear in movie bit roles in swimwear and a “Miss Hawaiian Tropic” pageant sash. I thought it<br />
would be a great way to make extra money and also to meet people. In <strong>Holly</strong>wood, you never knew<br />
where opportunities would arise. I would end up being right, of course. The gig would lead to<br />
something, though maybe not what I had expected.<br />
Not long after, at a Hawaiian Tropic Bikini Contest in Beverly Hills, one of <strong>the</strong> event organizers<br />
pointed out an older man.<br />
“You see that guy over <strong>the</strong>re?” he asked. “That’s Hugh Hefner’s personal physician.” Naturally,<br />
it was exciting that someone associated was Playboy was at <strong>the</strong> event, but I didn’t give it too much<br />
consideration until an hour later when <strong>the</strong> man approached me.<br />
“Would you be interested in attending a party at <strong>the</strong> Playboy Mansion?” he said, barely taking<br />
<strong>the</strong> time to meet my eyes. My mouth fell to <strong>the</strong> floor. He posed <strong>the</strong> remark as a question, but it was<br />
clear he already knew <strong>the</strong>re was only one answer.<br />
He’d apparently been at <strong>the</strong> party offering invitations to <strong>the</strong> girls he deemed Playboy-party<br />
worthy. It wasn’t abnormal for a representative from <strong>the</strong> magazine or one of Hef’s friends to invite<br />
attractive women to <strong>the</strong> parties. Many of my coworkers had become regulars at <strong>the</strong> mansion. I guess I<br />
just wasn’t expecting an invitation of my own, and especially not from his doctor of all people.