Today I got mistaken first for event staff and then for a model.
In all actuality I was just a temp worker.
"Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he can and should be, and he will become as he can and should be." --Goethe
(heheh)
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That sounds like a really exciting day. I would like to be mistaken for a model. ;)
Hahaha. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was just because I fit the demographic group who were there to do modeling, but I decided to just assume they thought I was drop-dead gorgeous.
p.s. You mean, mistaken for a model more often than once a week? Don't get greedy, dear, leave some of those for the rest of us;)
I've been mistaken as a model once, but I think she was just flirting.
Now, in your case, umm, I don't know how to end this thought without getting slapped other than just drooling a bit and shouting "Yowza!"
wait a second, when did that happen once in a week? unless you are referring to my stunning debut in the Nightmare on Puberty Street pamphlet. Speaking of which, may I say how very glad I am that our school doesn't do that assembly and get those pamphlets. As of two years ago, they still had my picture on the cover, and that's the last I've seen...
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