nutella kisses

dear girl who just interviewed me at anthropologie,

please don't think i'm a creeper, but i want to be your friend. i mean, i would also like to get hired at your store, but being your friend is also up there on my list of random wishes.

you see, anthropologie interview girl, there's lots of things i really appreciate about you, even though i've known you for a grand total of twenty minutes. first of all, you are super sweet. i know that's probably part of your job, given that you're in sales and all, but you are just really nice and easy to talk to, so way to be on that one. i mean, we could just sit on the porch for hours drinking mojitos and jabbering on and on like friends do. i bet you make a great mojito.

and, your niceness is even more amazing considering the fact that you are actually one of the prettiest people i've ever seen in my life. okay, that was creepy. but seriously, why are you not modeling? if i was super tall and thin and had your perpetual-tan skin tone and dark brown carrie curls and emerald eyes, i wouldn't be working a day job. i'd be modeling. i'd be walking around the streets of new york, waiting for short, slightly chubby, brown-eyed girls (cough cough me) to walk by so i could just look at them and think, "yep, i know you wish you looked like me," and giggle to myself. i'd just sit around being pretty, in that unique, racially ambiguous, model-esque kind of way that girls appreciate and guys pass over for kate upton. (i would much rather look like you than kate upton.)

but i really appreciate that you're not like that. i think it makes you seem down-to-earth, and that's one of those big qualities i look for in a friend.

and also, you interviewed me. which means that you're pretty high up in the store, like an assistant manager or something. which means that either you've been there a long time (points for dedication) or you're really good at what you do (points for being really good at what you do) or both. you got there, and you climbed the ladder. and i don't care if it's a corporate ladder or the ladder to the white house - whatever! you got promoted! there's no way my 20-year-old self has ever been promoted at anything, so take what you can get.

the point is, i hope i come off as cool, friendly, and professional as you do when i first meet people. and also it'd be cool to be your friend.

or at least your co-worker. i filled out that ethics survey online, and i promise i'm timely and don't do drugs (although that ethics survey did ask me twenty times if i thought it was okay to come to work high), and although i'm not tall or skinny or green-eyed or curly-haired or perpetually tan or super cool or very composed, i promise i work really hard, and i think i'd make a pretty good employee. and a pretty good friend.