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and . . .”<br />
“Ha!” he shouted into <strong>the</strong> receiver, going on to accuse me of having had an agenda all along and<br />
reprimand me for not showing up at mansion events post-breakup.<br />
“I wanted to give you your space!” I near screamed into <strong>the</strong> phone. “I’m not going to show up<br />
and push whoever you’re seeing out of <strong>the</strong> way. I was never that kind of girlfriend. I’m not Tina. I’m<br />
not going to play that game.”<br />
I was fuming. For so long I tried to be—had been, in fact—a model girlfriend, and here was Hef,<br />
characterizing me as if I were no better than all <strong>the</strong> two-faced manipulators he dated before me. I was<br />
just trying to move on and live my life, but my 80-something ex wouldn’t stop talking smack about me<br />
to anyone who would listen. So much for exiting with any grace!<br />
He could only respond by ranting about how much I had supposedly changed and what a<br />
different person I was.<br />
He was right. I had changed—and in my opinion, it was for <strong>the</strong> better. And for <strong>the</strong> first time in a<br />
long time, my opinion was <strong>the</strong> one that mattered to me.<br />
After that call, I quit my job at Studio West. While I adored my position and <strong>the</strong> people I worked<br />
with, staying felt awkward. I needed to leave Playboy totally behind me. Plus, I was no longer feeling<br />
challenged. Hef had very cookie-cutter preferences when it came to Playmate shoots and layouts, so it<br />
wasn’t long before I could do <strong>the</strong> job in my sleep. I felt like I wasn’t learning anything anymore.<br />
Over <strong>the</strong> next year, I would routinely pick up <strong>the</strong> latest issue of Playboy to see <strong>the</strong> published<br />
pictorials. I was surprised to see <strong>the</strong> take on <strong>the</strong> Shannon twins in <strong>the</strong>ir pictorial. While <strong>the</strong> sunny,<br />
fresh-faced tennis-<strong>the</strong>med photos that I directed (<strong>the</strong> same shoot that was seen on The Girls Next<br />
Door) were still included, <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> pictorial had a distinctly different flavor. The girls had been<br />
styled as “Mansion Mistresses” lying on top of each o<strong>the</strong>r on a floatie in <strong>the</strong> mansion pool, one of<br />
<strong>the</strong>m donning Hef’s signature captain’s hat, seductively straddling each o<strong>the</strong>r on Bridget’s former bed<br />
and climbing <strong>the</strong> grand staircase in nothing but cheap, stripper-store rhinestone jewelry.<br />
So much for <strong>the</strong> girl next door, I thought. The title of our reality show was inspired by <strong>the</strong> way<br />
Hef described <strong>the</strong> ideal Playmate back in <strong>the</strong> ’50s when he launched <strong>the</strong> magazine. Most women<br />
pictured in o<strong>the</strong>r publications of <strong>the</strong> era wore heavy makeup and very stylized hair. Hef wanted<br />
something different. He wanted his Playmates to look young and fresh-faced, not like “someone’s<br />
older sister,” which was how he described <strong>the</strong> look of most models at <strong>the</strong> time.<br />
Criss seemed absolutely thrilled that I had quit my job. He’d been pestering me to leave and<br />
insisted I use his publicity and management teams. Since Playboy PR had long ago started giving me<br />
<strong>the</strong> cold shoulder, I accepted.<br />
Over <strong>the</strong> few months that I was with Criss, my heart would sink any time I would see magazine<br />
articles featuring Bridget and Kendra toge<strong>the</strong>r. It seemed as if Playboy PR was still working for <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
and suddenly <strong>the</strong> two girls were pushed like never before. I was never contacted to be a part of <strong>the</strong><br />
photo spreads and interviews, though, and it hurt to be <strong>the</strong> only one left out. Despite <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r two<br />
girls moving on to new men, I was <strong>the</strong> only one Hef was determined to punish. In <strong>the</strong> media, Hef<br />
would always say what a great girlfriend I had been and that I was welcome back in his life at any<br />
time (which would always send Criss into a fury), but in reality he wasn’t being friendly towards me.