Imagine my surprise one day when my girlfriend came home and told me she had just taken a new job in New York City, working for a Victoria Secret model. Of course, I have to admit as a guy the only words I actually heard come out of her mouth at first were Victoria Secret model. Once I regained my composure, I actually learned the details. She had been hired as a personal assistant.
The job held many perks for her. The model never woke up before 11AM, unless she had an early photo shoot. This meant she could catch a later train to the city and not have to deal with all the other commuters. She got to hear all the model gossip, something she loved, but wouldn’t admit. She got to meet celebrities of all sorts and attend great parties. The biggest perk of all, however, had to be all the free stuff. Victoria Secret clothes, Coach bags, expensive designer clothes. Most came in goodie bags distributed at the various events they attended together. The model would keep a few things for herself, and give the rest to my girlfriend.
On several occassions I made the trip from our New Jersey home into the city by car. My job was usually to be there to help carry home the free stuff when it was simply too much for her to bring home on the train herself. With parking in New York at a premium I usually just rode around the blocks while I waited for her to come out. I never got to meet the Victoria Secret model or even go inside her building. Sometimes, if it was cold out, I would drive my girlfriend around while she performed errands for the model.
It was on one of these days, while driving her to errands throughout the city, I heard words no man thinks they will ever hear. My girlfriend was on the phone with her boss, the model, when she turned and asked me “Would you be able to go to Heidi Klum’s apartment to pick up my boss’s dog?” Did my girlfriend just ask me if I would go to Heidi Klum’s apartment? While I wanted to shout out “Hell yeah”, my desire to keep my girlfriend brought a much softer response of “I guess so”. A few minutes later I had the address to the apartment of Heidi Klum.
I dropped my girlfriend off back at her boss’s apartment and headed just a few blocks over. I have to admit the anticipation of meeting such a well known Supermodel was almost overwhelming me as I arrived. I was buzzed into the building and proudly told the man at the desk I was here to see Heidi Klum. He made a phone call to check, and shortly thereafter I was on the elevator on my way up to her apartment. As I arrived at the door, I took the time to fix my hair. Like a Supermodel was even gonna give me a glance!
I knocked, took a deep breath, and waited. The door opened, but it wasn’t Heidi Klum, it wasn’t even her husband Seal. The woman who stood before me holding a dog carrier was the housekeeper. I had arrived at the apartment of a Supermodel, who was married to a famous singer, and I get to meet the maid. I was quickly handed the dog carrier and the door closed before I could even get a peak inside. I, to this day, don’t even know if Heidi Klum or her husband were home. I can’t even tell you what the apartment looked like, although I’m sure it was nice.
Heading back towards the Victoria Secret model’s apartment I got a call from my girlfriend. She would be waiting in the lobby to get the dog from me, so I could get the car. I managed to be in the building of both a Supermodel and Victoria Secret model in the span of twenty minutes and had not gotten to meet either one. The errand started with so much promise and died quickly. I handed te dog off and started off for the car.
As I stepped to the curb to cross the street, a black Mercedes passed in front of me. Driving the car was Howard K. Stern, one-time boyfriend of Anna Nicole Smith. What a fitting end to my day, I didn’t even get to see the real Howard Stern. Nothing compared, though, to not seeing Heidi Klum.