|She was a long, cool blonde in a short, hot Swap Mart dress.|
She also has a distinctly dollar-store physique, with the narrow waist and triangular torso similar to pre-belly-button Barbies.
|Her legs were a couple miles long and took unexpected turns.|
|She was the kind of blonde whose good looks depend on never changing where she parts her hair.|
|And she always kept her toes pointed.|
|Nobody could beat her confidence in hailing a waiter at a nudist restaurant.|
|Social status is strongly tied to ability to do this.|
Introductions require a name. The mystery woman looks like a Julianne, don't you think?
Julianne definitely has the same sort of pointy little feet as Dolores the Dollar Tree Beauty.
|She was always on her toes.|
|Hold out for nylon or Kankelon hair, Julianne!|
Even her age is a mystery. My mother's hypothesis was that she was a Barbie knock-off from the mid-1990s, when gymnast Barbie had hinged knees and elbows. I'm not sure the face-up looks enough like Superstar to be intended as a knock-off, but with knock-offs, you never know.
|We seem to have things in common. How do you feel about hot yoga?|
|Sure, we could go get froyo.|
|Finally, somebody who makes me look dark!|
Finally, Meygan interviews her for a job running the boutique publication's social media effort. Julianne likes the idea, as it should leave her plenty of freedom to pursue her love of dance.