In the late 1990s I left a cushy job in finance to become an entrepreneur. After depleting my 401k, I took a side job, modeling – hand modeling that is.
You may have seen my work in Best Buy catalogs, grasping a remote control or clicking a mouse.
Although I was able to successfully hone in on my craft, I never got the chance to walk the runway – or even tap it with my fingernails.
It just goes to show you that hand models – no matter sultry ones knuckles may be – always get the shaft.
A few years ago, when my daughter was four, I let her polish my nails. As you can see, my hands remain irresistible.
I have to hand it to myself, I still got it.
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