35ish. A tattoo. White. No wedding ring. Los Angeles.
Ugh… I visit SoCal regularly for both work and family so I am very familiar with the type of washed up skank you described. Hell, I even suffered the attentions of one for most of a week over the holidays.
Homo psychotus desperatus skankii complete with collagen injections, skin peels, tinted contacts, tanned skin turning into leather, and hair that hasn’t seen it’s natural color in two decades.
And, lest anyone hear think you’re exaggerating, you’re completely correct in stating that they’re everywhere in LA. Southern California is where cute stupid girls get chewed up and die.
Tens of thousands of stupid little girls still flock to LA yearly thinking they’ll “make it” somehow based on nothing but their looks. Whether their dream is movies, TV, singing, marrying a rich guy, or some other fantasy, 99.99999% of them fail. Most go home with their tail between their legs. A few get into porn, a few die in various shoddy ways, a few become prostitutes, more than a few get involved in drugs, and some do all those things. Then there are the ones like the one you spotted.
She did just well enough not to crash and burn, but she’s too afraid to go home. She’s managed to stick around somehow. Got a few secretarial, admin, and/or waitress jobs that paid the rent and for a few glossy black & white head shots. Maybe got some work as an extra in a few “projects”. Definitely engaged in “soft” prostitution by sponging off D-listers and trust fund kiddies. Probably was a “long term” girlfriend and shacked up a few times with the same for what little good it did her.
She never made the right connections though. Never was in the right place at the right time. Never sucked the right c~~~ or graced the right casting couch. Never got the favor, got to meet the right person, got the right break, or was able to play her way out of the minors to the Show. Then, she was 30 and the party invitations all but stopped.
A couple years later and she’s haunting building lobbies still hoping she’ll be ‘discovered”. Only this time it’s not about being discovered by an Industry bigwig, it’s about being discovered by some fool with a big checkbook.
She’ll make some guy a great “partner”, just like a tapeworm or liver fluke.
Oh, and she had a tattoo on her breast.
I, for one, am glad they haven’t yet realized that tattoos help us more quickly identify and avoid them. It’s like the blood type tattoos SS members had on their arms. In the end all they were good for was helping the Allies cull SS troopers out of POW pens faster.
Do not date. Do not impregnate. Do not co-habitate. Above all, do not marry. Reclaim and never again surrender your personal sovereignty.
