[su_heading size=”18″]When Baddy becomes a semi-finalist for a “Hot Husband” contest [/su_heading]
I came home last Friday and listened to a message from a women calling from a New York City Magazine and my heart began to flutter. Was this the call that I had been waiting for? The call that was going to put my book on the map?
I researched my files to see what proposals I had sent to this magazine and I found something that I had sent last April. My alarms went off as I wondered why they were calling me now, almost a year later.
In my numerous hours spent searching for freelance opportunities and social networking, I enter contests along the way, all for the greater good of my website, and potential publicity for that book I have yet to write.
I find out on Monday that Baddy was a semi-finalist for a “Hot Husband” contest that I had apparently entered him in. They wanted to interview me on our relationship and to find out how steamy he truly was.
Five minutes prior to the interview, I was in my office prepping my webcam to film the interview, for some crazy reason, when Baddy opened my door. “What are you doing home?” I asked, startled. He had come home sick. When I explained that he had become a semi-finalist, he shook his head at his insane wife and said he was going to bed.
Later we came to the decision that since there was no money unless they mentioned the blog it was not worth his time or effort. I relayed this message to the Assistant Editor who promptly removed him from the competition. Where was the compassion for the wife of a hot husband?
And so Baddy will not be sporting the cover of a women’s magazine naked, all but the overalls, and I guess I am all the better for not advertising how hot my husband is to the masses.