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The Bikini Judge
"Men" column By Bob Andelman
(Originally published in The Big Guava, 1991)
I called my wife at work and said I'd been asked to be a judge
in a contest.
""You're not going to judge women in bikinis, are you?"
Uhhhh ... It's the Miss Hawaiian Tropic International Tampa Bay
Contest, I muttered.
My wife didn't for a minute try to talk me out of it. Nope. Not
a word of protest. ""If that's what you want to do''
she said solemnly. ""I know you want to''
Of course I wanted to do it. What heterosexual man in his right
mind wouldn't be interested in standing within a few feet of
12 luscious, full-bodied, seven-eighths naked examples of American
womanhood?
By the evening of the competition, I was having second thoughts,
however. My wife didn't want to attend thank God but neither
did any of my male buddies. That was surprising and disappointing.
What better way to bond than by ogling willing women?
So I was to be on my own. But not before having dinner with the
Mrs. And what a delicious dinner it was! Mrs. Andelman made a
last-minute substitution for our Sunday dinner, putting the pork
chops and macaroni & cheese aside for another night in favor
of a new recipe: ""Baked Chicken with 40 Cloves of
Garlic'' Just the thing for a married guy to enjoy before a night
out. Alone.
Half a bottle of Listermint and a roll of breath mints later,
I arrived at Biarritz in Clearwater. There weren't many people
on hand yet and I was directed to take a seat. Can't begin to
describe how much fun it is to be in a nightclub by yourself
on a slow Sunday night when the only person on the dance floor
is a former Chippendale dancer and you have no one to talk to
or look at for an hour.
I was so glad when the contest started.
There were six judges, including Whitney Procer and Sonya Holtiwanger,
the husband-and-wife team who distribute Hawaiian Tropic products
in the Tampa Bay area. Two disc jockeys from WFLZ 93 FM the Power
Pig were emcees. They got to announce the women's first names,
ages, hometowns, hair and eye color, weight and measurements
and say things about them like: ""Yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi!"
and ""Good to go!" I remember these comments because
they made them about each and every contestant, over and over
again.
Guys, if you've always wanted to judge a bikini contest, this
was a great one. Twelve stunning, curvaceous, smiling women,
all strutting and putting on a good show, first in slinky, sometimes
revealing evening wear, then in bikinis. (If you missed anything,
the show was on overhead television sets and wide-screens all
through the club.) But as a judge, you're expected to be able
to take in the wonder of each participant and be able to look
her in the eye when she grins at you. It's not as easy as it
sounds. I found it unnerving to be sitting on a bar stool on
the dance floor as each woman paraded around for the crowds'
whistles and catcalls and then stood before the judges, twirling
slowly and making eye contact with each of us.
During the evening gown portion of the program, I thought the
most attractive, best-dressed contestant was number four, Roxanne.
I waited until I had seen all the ladies to be sure and then
gave her ""10''s in all the categories we were judging:
the face, figure, and personality.
There was a long break between the evening gowns and bikinis
as the crowd grew and the drinks flowed. A ""beer-sucking''
contest was held to pass the time with men and women on their
knees, hands behind their backs, sucking beer out of mugs with
a straw. Meanwhile, Sonya Holtiwanger of Hawaiian Tropic gave
me some judging tips.
""Look for cellulite and stretch marks'' she advised.
She told me the company was edging away from blonde spokesmodels
and toward brunettes. She asked if I had a favorite yet. I indicated
Roxanne. ""Too big'' Holtiwanger said, although she
noted that Roxanne had won the contest before. She preferred
number two, Tracy, a slimmer, pretty, more evenly proportioned
woman.
When the bikini portion began, I wanted to bolt and inconspicuously
join the audience. I'm certainly no prude, but it was weird to
have these women parading in thong bikini bottoms and string
tops for our approval. But I'm tough. I survived.
Again we voted, narrowing the field to five finalists. I continued
to support Roxanne, but hedged my bet by guessing that number
seven, Jeanine, number nine, Debra, and number twelve, Mary Jo,
would make the final cut. The results: Jeanine, Debra, Mary Jo,
number eight Gina and Holtiwanger's favorite, number two, Tracy.
Roxanne was not among the finalists.
The crowd, interestingly enough, had also taken to Roxanne, alternating
chants of her name and a two-syllable term of displeasure usually
directed at referees during football games.
But the contest moved on.
In its final phase, the women were to answer the question: ""Why
do you feel you would be a good representative for Hawaiian Tropic?"
Four of the five responses were virtually identical: it'd be
a good chance to travel and I like to meet people. Mary Jo won
the crowd and me with her poise and answer. ""Because
you have to believe in yourself before you believe in and promote
the product'' said the petite blonde from Clearwater. ""And
I believe in myself''
The crowd went crazy. ""Mary Jo! Mary Jo!" But
she finished a disappointing third. Tracy was second, to Holtiwanger's
chagrin, and 22-year-old Jeanine LaBonte of Clearwater (5'3''
98 pounds, 34-23-34, brown hair, green eyes), was crowned Miss
Hawaiian Tropic International Tampa Bay. She won $1,000 cash,
jewelry, Hawaiian Tropic products and the opportunity to compete
in the national finals in Bahamas.
It was a long night. The winner wasn't announced until 1:30 a.m.,
three hours after the pageant began. I was tired and sure Mrs.
Andelman was not going to believe I was dragging in so late because
of the bikini contest.
One thing was for sure: I was not coming back to be a judge for
Biarritz' next contest, a 7-week topless marathon to determine
""The Best Breasts in Tampa Bay'' My days as a professional
body watcher and critic were over. No one should have to eat
that much garlic.
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may be reproduced without the express written permission of the
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