**This is half of chapter 4, from the middle of a story. Let me know what you think happens next between Sandy and me!**
The ideal shoot, I hoped, was just around the corner. I decided I could have fun safely, and keep my honor intact, with a female photographer. I was sure there was one that would love to work with me. I was going to be a lot safer that way.
A long search turned up just a handful of female model photographers in my area. I emailed several and a couple of them phoned me soon after. Somehow I was more nervous talking to a woman than I was to male photographers. The conversations were cordial, but they went in circles and, somehow, I couldn’t get anyone to take my ambitions seriously. Two offered to shoot with me, but unless I was willing to pay, it couldn’t be soon. I didn’t have the money and knew my mom would never go for that. I perused a few more female photographers, but the images were old fashioned…they just weren’t exciting!