so, I found that gorgeous apartment in Brooklyn. The girl I interviewed with didn't pick me as one of her roommates, but referred me to a friend of hers upstairs who was also looking for roommates. I went and interviewed with her, and she and I hung out for almost four hours, having a really nice time. Now, last night she was supposed to decide on her roommates, but she texted me and said she was showing the room for one more day, in order to make sure she had picked the right people. I'm assuming I'm one of those people, and will only be genuinely annoyed about the delay if she ends up picking someone else over me.
So, for the past two days I've been resting, and exploring Westchester. Yesterday I went to this fabulous mall in White Plains. It was easily one of the fanciest malls I've ever been in, and spent some quality time gawking at some of the hideous purses at Louis Vuitton.
I was approached by a model scout at the mall. He said I had "extraordinary cheekbones." I was like, "I bet you say that to all the girls who walk past." Kind of like the police officer at Grand Central station who pulled me aside for a random purse check. I think I said to him something facetious, like, "I bet you check all the pretty girls' purses." He laughed. They always laugh. But I declined the model scout's offer to join his agency - those things are usually scams.
I'm tired and would love to go home tomorrow or the day after. We'll see.
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