Next up is Nikki Valentine. That’s not her real name, but that’s what I call her. Let me put it this way: If I ever had a daughter I’d name her Nicole Valentine. That’s how much I feel for this woman.
By the time I met Nikki my standard of living had greatly improved. I had what I thought was a great job at the phone company and was sporting a brand new 1995 Mustang GT. Nikki was smoking hot and a willing model. Let’s roll with the pictures….
Clearly this was a fun day! Smoking hot dress; Best $70 I ever spent!
Nikki was a fun girl. Another social butterfly with a large network of friends, she could be found out bar hopping every Friday and Saturday night. She was fun on the dance floor sober and even more fun at home late at night.
We went to Vegas once. Here’s a picture of that trip.
We went to Vegas with a bunch of our friends. We played “hooker” there. She got dressed up in that red dress and pretended to be a hooker. We almost got busted by the cops.
Nikki and I are still good friends to this very day. Although she lives in some backwards state we talk a few times a week – and I’m the Godfather of her son.
