Failed Bunny

I sat in my quiet bedroom with my chihuahua–Gucci Vuitton. My PC sat on the nightstand. Before I opened it, I already knew what it would say. No notifications. No messages. No new modeling gigs. I clicked on the site LightlyLovedDresses. They had used dresses in named brands. I bought one of my favorites there. After daydreaming about wearing them, I checked the last application I’d submitted. In two weeks it said the same thing: Thank you for your application to Gilded Girls Agency. We’ll get back to you soon. As always.Taking a deep breath, I gazed at the models they did hire. They looked like me–with slender bodies and perfectly styled hair. So what did they have that I clearly didn’t? A message popped up on my screen from @ZeustheGodMan333.

March 7th, 9:03 P.M.

@ZeustheGodMan333: hey girl you available?

I saw his message. Finally, a date. Something to keep me from spiraling.

@LiatheBunny707: I am available what time do you want to meet?

I watched the dots on the screen waiting . . .

March 7th, 9:07 P.M.

@ZeustheGodMan333: after the game & time with the guys so Sun?

@LiatheBunny707: Okay, sounds good.

I got off my bed to search through my closet for something to wear. My closet was filled with carefully arranged dresses. Some I'd gotten second-hand. Others were hand-me-downs and gifts from my birthday and Christmas. Gucci watched me from the bed, with her face between her paws. I turned to her, seeing her small body on the huge bed. I ran my hand over the faux fur of Mrs. Claus dress. She was lucky. Memorable name. Ten times the likes. Another DM pinged. Hannah Edwards. I stared at the screen. Hannah responded to me? I’d seen her post and DM’d her–she’s basically a goddess. She was known. I wasn’t. My heart raced, imagining what she could’ve said.

March 7th, 9:09 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: I see you’re interested in learning how to get attention.

@LiatheBunny707: I am, can you help me?

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius:I can help you, if you come see me first.

She asked me to meet her? I never thought I'd get a message back, let alone meet her.

@LiatheBunny707: See you where?

I waited for her next response. My app kept making refresh the page after her responses. It started lagging. A message came up--network connection lost. I reset the WiFi. I really needed a new one soon.

March 7th, 9:10 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: You can come to Club X-Y-Z, downtown WeHo. I’ll find you because of you looking for me.

I knew that club. I'd gone past it many times on my way to another used consignment store. This one was called Retail Rage–where condition wasn't guaranteed but price was. @LiatheBunny707: Is that the one that’s part of Club Q?

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: It’s an extension of Club Q. Have you ever been to a drag club?

@LiatheBunny707: I haven’t been to one . . .

March 7th, 9:11 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: You’re going to love it, trust me

My app started to freeze as I typed in another response. I really needed a new PC. A ping came on the screen.

@ZeustheGodMan333: what color are you going to wear i want to match.

I ignored his message while trying to get my screen unfrozen to respond to Hannah. She could stop messaging me anytime. That worried me.

@LiatheBunny707: I do trust you. What should I wear?

I started looking through my dresses for pictures to ask her advice. The gold-and-green one looked 80s style with ruffles. Definitely not. I dug around and grabbed a purple one with lace flower details. Maybe? This was Hannah Edwards. She had impeccable taste.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: Do you have options?

I saw her response while hunting for more dresses. What would be ideal for a drag club? I wasn’t sure.

@LiatheBunny707: I sent a few different options, what do you think?

I waited for her response, gripping my dress tightly. The app said@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius:is typing . . .

March 7th, 9:15 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius:The pink one, I think. It looks like a peachy color in your photo.

@LiatheBunny707: I wore that once. To a date that failed.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: How unfortunate for your date.

@LiatheBunny707: Have you been on dates?

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: I’m married. Hypothetically.

@LiatheBunny707: Hypothetically?

The screen froze again. Hannah–married? I couldn't figure out how that's possible. She could've meant being engaged. I took out my phone to look online. Sighing, I opened the app as it said Hannah was typing.

March 7th, 9:17 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius:He’s away–for a while. Anyway, I look forward to seeing you at Club X-Y-Z. I’ll leave you my contact information in case you don’t see me.

A picture came up of her contact information with a phone number, email and name. Even a fax. Do those still exist?

@LiatheBunny707: Thanks for your time, Mrs. Edwards.

March 7th, 9:19 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius:Please call me Hannah.

I stared at the message trying to stay calm. Hannah. Gucci came onto my lap, her warm body against mine. I gazed into her deep, brown eyes. She loved me unconditionally and now I'd get to meet a goddess–the one that graces the town and has access. I wondered what she'd be wearing. Online she posts so many different looks–I tried to find similar versions but hers were so unique.

Another ping came on my PC. I read the message.

March 7th, 9:23 P.M.

@ZeustheGodMan333: want to go out for pizza or tacos

Pizza or tacos? I wanted Chinese.Especially General Tso's chicken and fried rice. I didn’t respond right away. I kept imagining what Hannah would be wearing. Would it be leather, velvet, tulle? A custom she had from a designer in Scotland she mentioned many times in interviews? I searched for some of her looks.My phone pinged again. I expected Zeus again. He'd been with so many girls before me. Opening the message–it was Hannah.

March 7th, 9:25 P.M.

@Hannah-not-Edwardsgenius: I look forward to seeing your beauty in person.

She called me beautiful. A goddess called me beautiful in my DMs. I quickly took a screenshot of it to print later. Gucci watched me, her eyes closing as she fell asleep.