I completely forgot about today’s luncheon with the head hunter. From 1240 to 1340, we had lunch nearby at Applebees.
With a couple of phone calls and text messages, we finally met each other. He is as tall as I am.
I like his calm demeanour. His voice has a slow drawl. Mine is mellow, which is why he likes to call.
His girlfriend is five eight and black. His plan is to buy a house in two to give years and saves a bundle by living with his uncle.
His friends pay around $2,400 door a place nearby my neighborhood, which I described with familiar landmarks.
I like him. He sported his beard and yes he’s handsome, a mixed Chinese and Guatemalan. His height is his mother, not the five eleven Dad.
His downturned eyes are of his mother, too. He’s young at thirty years. Damn. That makes me immature!
I mentioned no wrinkles on me upon which I quipped why Asians don’t wear makeup.
Anyway, at least I wore makeup and my being lipstick to appear neutral.
So yeah, it was a nice conversation. I told him about that guy and my interest in temping over converting.
I told him the old woman can have the job. Told ya!
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