Sydney and Me
Wouldn’t it be great if we could all live our lives like our favorite superspy? Imagine the adventure, the men and, best of all, the clothes. I want to be Sydney Bristow. Really. I want to look like her. I want to fight like her. I even want to live dangerously like she does and travel the world as a secret agent. I want her body and her linguistic talents. And I definitely want her cool spy call signs: Freelancer and Mountaineer.
I know there are other women in the world who want the same thing I do. Who wouldn’t? Sydney is one of the most beautiful women in the world, and she kicks ass.
But I’m a special case, because, well, I’m me. So I sat down and took a serious look at Sydney’s life, dissecting and studying exactly what it takes to be a superspy who can wear Prada heels and kick butt at the same time.
Unfortunately, there are a few problems with my plan to infiltrate and take over Sydney Bristow’s life. Not the least of which is that I would have to grow about nine inches and lose a “few” pounds.
I decided to settle on second best. I would incorporate Sydney into my own life. I would learn to be more like her and use what I learned to enhance my own little world.
Of course this transformation isn’t without its trials and tribulations.
The most immediate crisis is I don’t have the danger …