The Story of a Creep

Here's a story for your day....

Spencer and I were well overdue for a nice day at the beach. The weather was perfect today, so off we went. We chose a beach that Spencer likes to take his paddle board to. He went out on the water while I stayed back to catch some rays. So there I was, la de da de da, enjoying the sun, when a man walking his dog came up behind me and started making small talk:

Creep: "You look like you have all the time in the world laying out here"
Me: "Well, today I actually do."
Creep: "So what do you do?"
Me: "I'm a photographer"
Creep: "Oh, well I run a talent search/casting agency out of China"
Me: Cool
Creep: "So do you ever shoot models? Maybe I could find you some work. Do you have a card on you?"
Me: "No, I don't shoot models. But here's my card."

Then he asked if I would take a picture of him and his dog with his iphone. Then while he was looking at the pictures I took, he gave me his dog and said "your turn". Ummm, ok. So I posed with the dog and he took my picture (why, Stacy? WHY did I do that!?). 

While he was taking my picture, he asked if I worked out. 

Me: "Yes, I work out"
Creep: "Well you can tell. Have you ever wanted to do fitness modeling? We always have a need for fitness models"
Me: "No, I don't think I have the body for that. You should talk to my husband about that though. He's out paddling right now. He has the body for that kind of thing (note, whenever I feel uncomfortable in situations like these, I try to talk about Spencer as early and as much as I can. I am VERY married)."
Creep: "Then maybe you can do a husband/wife photo shoot. That would be fun"
Me: "Ummm, sure it would be."
Creep: "But you definitely could do it. You have the body for it."
Me: "No, really. I've seen fitness models. And I am not toned like them"
Creep: (as he looks me up and down..ughh) "Your body is like a 9.5. That's really good. Especially for a photographer. Most photographers are like a 3-4." 

Did he really just put a number on my body!?!?

Me: "Well, thank you." 

I make my way back to my towel. This is definitely getting awkward. He then asks if there is a Starbucks on the marine base (I think he thought we lived there). I told him I didn't know. I don't drink coffee, so I don't pay much attention to Starbucks. 

Creep: "What are you LDS or something?"
Me: "Yes, as a matter of fact I am"

I was hoping this would come up so he would know that I was married AND innocent. He goes on about his neighbors who are LDS and going on a mission. Then he asked if I liked Jamba Juice. 


Me: "Yes, I like Jamba Juice." I was thinking maybe he was trying to get a business meeting set up or something.


Next thing I know, he reaches in his pocket and shoves a $10 bill in my hands.

Creep: "Go get yourself a Jamba."
Me: "WHAT? No, I can't take this. That's crazy!"

He walks away from me with his hands in the air. 


Creep: "I took your time away while you were relaxing. Now use that to buy yourself a Jamba."


He walked away, and I was now at my towel. This guy was crazy. 


Later Spencer got back from surfing. The dude came back over and told Spencer that he did indeed have a nice body, and it was obvious he worked out a lot. Then they talked a little sports, and he was on his way. Spencer was convinced he was a nice guy. No harm done. I still had that weird feeling about him. 


Fast forward. I get home and google this guy (he had also given me his card). He does not have a website. His business isn't anywhere to be found on Google! He has addresses on his card, but they are for apartments with no apt #. I then google his name and find some very interesting things about him. And if you have been approached by this guy in Hawaii and are trying to find out if he is legit, his name is EMERY LUCAS. Guy's a creep.


Here are my findings: 


http://www.merareview.com/26696/sendreport.html


And an excerpt from a model's blog:
I use to work out at Power House and was approached by Emery Lucas.  Watch out for him.  he promises $200k print ads, and a $200k bonus for getting implants D and bigger.  I told him I was already a D and he insisted they were C’s and I go bigger.  He wanted an $800 deposit. Total SCAM. He also wanted to take pics of my boobs.

Now, go to his facebook page. You can see how creepy he looks as well as his cute dog. Now, go to his friends page. Yes, ALL of his friends seem to be female models. Which means he probably has no real friends. And he preys on women. Ugghck. I am sick to know I have this guy's money. Maybe I will donate it.

Our Weekend of Love

I love my birthday. I really do. I love that it is the day before Valentine's Day. It's like an overload of love. And who doesn't love to be loved?

I started off by buying my own flowers. I figured I'd go ahead and relieve Spencer of that duty. We had a fun night at a friend's Valentine themed couples dinner party. We went to the beach for about 20 minutes before it started raining on us. We ate at Macaroni Grill. Chicken Scallopine is the best! And the free cake was a definite plus. 

Valentine's Day was a funny story to me. I had a feeling Spencer got me something even though he said he didn't. And I'm always feeling in the giving mood on Valentine's Day after receiving so much for my birthday. So I went ahead and ordered him some shoes he's been wanting for a while (thank you Groupon for your awesome amazon deal!).

Spencer wanted to be creative or something and come up with a song to give me a clue as to where my gift was. This was not a pre-written song. He just came up with it. Only problem was that it was not helpful at all. He finally told me it was in the front entrance closet. I went, and what was sitting there? A griddle. Yes, a griddle. I started laughing out loud and got on to him because that was NOT a Valentine's gift. In fact, I told him that household items like that should NEVER be personal gifts. It was pretty funny. Then he opened the front door to the house, and there was a little pink bag hanging on the doorknob. I saw pink and instantly thought "oooh, VS! how sexy! he pulled off a nice surprise!" But no, it was not from him. It was a present from my visiting teacher/friend. So at the end of the day, I got a griddle. I must say the gift was a bit out of character for him. Usually he is very romantic and thoughtful. And don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the griddle. We needed one. But I made sure he knew that griddles are something you buy on any regular day. Not on lover's day. 

We do have video of him singing Happy Birthday to me, but I will spare him the embarrassment. Actually, I looked pretty gross too, so it's to spare me as well. 

(some of the pictures are blurry. oops.)

Beauty is Pain. Torturous, Unbearable Pain.

Have you heard of an epilator? Well I hadn't until a few weeks ago. And now my life will never be the same. 

An epilator is used for hair removal. It looks like an electric razor, but instead of cutting the hair, it removes it from the root. You get the effect of waxing but without the mess. The one I have has 72 tweezers in the head that rotate and pull the hair. It looks like a shark mouth with jaws that will surely tear your skin to pieces. And the noise is even scarier. Yeah, crazy. Anyways, I have always had issues with my legs. Even after I shave, I'm still not smooth, and you could even still see the hair. It was really frustrating. Notice I used "was" - because that was in the past. 

The first time I used this baby was probably the most pain I have ever voluntarily put myself through. No joke. It's the pain of waxing, but it's not all over in a quick rip. It is constant. And terrible. And my legs were not happy. Actually, just my one leg. I couldn't bear to do both. And this is only below the knee. I literally went to sleep with red welts covering my leg. And the next morning was even worse. I had rubbed aloe all over right after to try to soothe my skin, but that only caused it to break out in a rash. I had to wear pants for about 3 days. It was horrible. But now on to the positives.

3 weeks later, my legs (I finally braved the second leg - but still only below the knee) are smooth as ever. And I have found that if I just use it once a week, I can get all the hair that is growing in slowly instead of doing it with a full leg of hair. And less hair = less pain. It is actually not even painful at all the last few times I've used it. It's amazing. And I found that instead of rubbing anything on my legs after, I can just run some cold water on them, and no irritation. Perfect. So, if you have issues with your hair on your legs, you like the effect of waxing but not the price of the salon or the mess at your house, then I would totally recommend getting one of these things. The first time is torture. Believe me. But I think in the long run it is worth it. Beauty wins over pain on this one. My legs will literally never be the same. And I just wanted to share this with you because that's what blogs are for.