Mr. Hilton

Mr. Hilton, you must be worth a trillion bucks...

A few days ago, a random guy added me on Facebook. Turns out he goes to a local high school, so I decided to keep him in my friends list, since he was obviously gay, and decent looking. He seemed really typical, nothing special. But let me tell you, I'm guessing his pictures are outdated...

On Wednesday, August 4th, he came into GAP Outlet, to come visit me. He had never been to the mall which my store is located, which was surprising since he didn't live that far away. Mr. Hilton looked much, much, more stylish and attractive than his photographs made him seem. He swiftly came up the side of the dominant column of the second "I wall" (a word used to describe the front display on a wall separating men's and women's), where I was working on separating newly marked down graphic tees from the ones that were still full price.

The night before he had told me he didn't like my hair (my hair). He told me it was too high and wasn't interesting. He told me it was boring, basically. I got over it, or so I thought. For some reason, Mr. Hilton's critique stuck. I haven't had hairspray in my hair in a few days. I've been wearing it forward (my hair).

This kid may seem like a prick, but you ain't seen nothing yet, bitches!

While the operator was clearly peacocking, he up-down-ed me. I thought nothing of it, people do it all the time. If only you knew how good my ass looked in these jeans, or so I thought. Before I could finish soaking up the looks in my mind he spoke, "Your jeans don't fit." I was like, mother fucking bitch say what?! Then he looked down on the 1.5" heel on my tan boots. He wasn't winning any points.

That night he IM-ed me and apologized profusely. He claimed, "I was really nervous." Who the fuck in their right mind insults the hottest piece of ass they've ever laid eyes on?! But whatever... after lots of guilt and conversation, we made plans for him to come over, today, at noon.

Aneta and Madame Dupont decided to go to the beach, leaving me alone with Mr. Hilton. We were talking the whole time except the last 30 minutes of his stay. At one point he said to me, "I"m definitely bigger." I laughed, climbed off of him, made myself visible (as did he), and I said, "Think again." His eyes lit up, and he bit his lip. He climbed on top of me, and kissed me...

Mr. Hilton, I like the way you push and glide.

Inspiring Youth

In a time in my life where I feel as if I need a reality check, and I need to grow up, some kids that I met at work really helped me put some things into prospective.

Some days I contemplate just buying a decent pair of straight fit jeans, a dark colored t-shirt, and a plain pair of sneakers and wearing it every day. As the days go on, getting ready, shopping, and staying modern, seem to be a chore more than a good time.

Over the weekend at work, I was stationed in the kids department. I enjoy that department only because customers usually need assistance, so I don't get as lonely. A mother with a thick Spanish accent of some sort needed some help buying jeans for what seemed to be triplets. All three had their own unique personalities, and were equally outgoing for the most part, but I don't think their mother told them not to talk to strangers.

The boys were around 10, and I could tell they were just getting some say in what they wear. The mother had them try on some boot fit, because she thought the wash was nice. The one kid piped up and said he wanted skinny jeans, but I recommended the straight fit. I told their mother that since her children were so thin, they should probably get that since the boot fit would look like it didn't fit. I further recommended the slim straight, which she also went for. And I'm pretty sure her kids knew I was doing this just for them.

One of the kids asked me, "Do you really think the world will end in 2012?" while his mother spoke with me, I told him no, and his mother told him not to interrupt. As their mom was shopping, that same kid came over to me, and was all chill like, "So, what's up?" I want like um, my job? He asked me if I liked my job, and if I was in college, and where I go to school and such. The kid seemed to be fascinated with adult hood. His brothers came over and joined in on the conversation. It was awkward at first, but I felt less uncomfortable as time went on.

I think the kids thought I was cool, or at least interesting. It made me think that I'm fine the way I am, despite people suggesting tweaks to my look, or renovating it all together. Despite, my recent doubt, I am completely confident once again.

The kid left with saying, "Good luck with school, and whatever." You too bud!