I am Margot Loren, and I create stuff.
I was born in Paris (France not Texas, though I’ve also lived in Texas) to American diplomats. I lived in Europe until I was eight, so I don’t know many American cartoons (que ce que c’est Sesame Street?), and I always screw up common American idioms, saying things like “you’ve got to nip it in the butt,” and “that boat has passed.”
I love to snuggle, sing in the shower, eat in bed, and travel, although I’m not a good traveler, ie I can’t sleep on trains, won’t poop in public bathrooms, and get sassy when people cut in front of me while exiting the plane even though they were clearly in the row behind me.
I now call San Francisco home, but I left my heart in Paris. And I left my ex’s in Texas. And left my dreams of being on Broadway in NYC. And left my favorite hat on a Virgin American flight to LA, where I also have some ex’s. I get around.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go.
But no matter, the road is life.
Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Margot Loren
When is your birthday? March 25th, Aries.
What’s your shoe size? 5, the same size as Cinderella and 7 yr old boys.
What’s your cup size? More than a handful, less than a jugful.
What’s your favorite occupation? Trophy wife.
What do you wish you could have been if you weren’t you? A rapper, a fashion model, or a stand up comedian but hot.
What’s your biggest fear? Aging. And bats.
What is your idea of perfect happiness? The whole world goes off Instagram.
What is your motto? Everybody hates me already, so I might as well just go for it.
Squad goals? Mindy Kaling, Olivia Munn, Sienna Miller, and Queen Bey, obviously.
Who’s your dream guy? handsome, muscular, smart, stylish, rich, skin like chocolate (aka my husband).