My Stint As A Heineken Girl

I was a Heineken Girl in college.  I so wish I could find a picture of this but I can't so I can only provide you with a visual.

I am five feet nine and thin.  I was thinner in college.  I had at that point long dyed red hair down to my ass that was curly. 

I wore a bright green skintight dress that was printed with the replica of the Heineken label with green high heels. 

Keep in mind, this was the 80s.  The decade of big hair.  I used to get the front of my hair to stand up by using AquaNet and a Hoover.  (Not really about the Hoover.)

I was paid ten bucks an hour to stand in bars with a big tub of Heineken and sell it.  I also made tips and let me tell you, I made good money for basically doing nothing but standing there looking cute and meeting lots of cute college boys.  I got paid for flirting, basically.

When my dad found out I was doing this (indiscreet roommate), he was horrified.  You would have thought I had become a prostitute. 

Was it demeaning?  Not to me.  I had fun.  At that point in my life, I was pretty damn happy to be getting paid to hang out in cool bars and flirt with cute boys.

If you know me now, you will find this very funny.  I hate beer.  I drink maybe 2 beers a year.  I hated beer then and my substance abuse of choice at that time was weed.

Hey, it was green, too.

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[Amy]

well, I wasn't the official St. Pauli girl, but I played one for Halloween.