GEORGE HAMILTON

Look-alike

I love the sun. When I was in 7th grade, I used to go to the beach with my girlfriends and put baby oil all over my skin. We'd bake in the sun for hours and hours, timing ourselves to "flip over" so our tans would be even. I always hoped to get a sunburn so my cheeks would be red and I wouldn't have to wear blush. In high school, if the weather was nice, my mom would let me stay home and sunbathe. 

I loved being tan, until the summer I looked like George Hamilton. I didn't know I looked like him until I had to renew my driver's license. When I got the picture in the mail, I opened it. Oh my God- I looked like George Hamilton! 
I got pulled over a month later.  I wanted to DIE. He was a cute cop. I didn't want him to see my George Hamilton license. He asked me for my license and registration. (Damn.) I hesitated for a  moment, then gave it to him. He looked at it. Then he said, "Oh my God! You're George Hamilton! Can I have your autograph?"
(joke)
He didn't say that. Instead, he told me I was going 8 miles over the speed limit and he gave me a ticket. 
Asshole. 
   
I don't like the sun anymore. Now I wear I hats and sunscreen whenever I go outside.