Shmear
Megan the Great
So, the reason why I put that title is because I had weird experience.
I was online in facebook chatting with my friends and among's them, a mexican designer.
(For those that don't know, I'm interested in designing clothes)
This designer I had met at the University I'm applying to, Jannette Klein. Apparently he was very well known because almost all the girls that where taking the course that day with him knew him by magazines, what ever. So, he gave everyone his card to contact him. We had talked a little but nothin' much, really.
He added me on Facebook a long time ago, but we never did talk. I accepted him just because it's good to have a connection like that to enter a designers world.
Point is!... He starts talking with me, and I ask him how long has he been designing his clothes, blah, blah and I told him that I have been designing for 5 years now (Yes, i've been making here and there some of my own clothes to wear) and then he starts saying to me: Nice! Well, your really sexy and you could model your own clothes.
I replay: Well, I honestly to fancy being a model. But if there was a day that I can't fond the right model, then yes, I would model my clothes.
And then he says (that's what really rang a bell in my head to think that he was hitting on me): So how old are you?
Me: I'm 19, why?
Him: Sssssssssssss (yuk*) Your so young!
So, are the clothes you make sexy?
Me: (At this point I'm thinking to myself "This bastard thinks I'm a dumb girl wanting to study fashion design) I don't think my clothes are sexy, I think their very different in the way that I use fabrics from the sixteen hundreds to the eighteen hundreds with a modern cut starting from 2008.
Right there he stopped talking to me. I just knew that that :ahole: was looking for something else.
I was online in facebook chatting with my friends and among's them, a mexican designer.
(For those that don't know, I'm interested in designing clothes)
This designer I had met at the University I'm applying to, Jannette Klein. Apparently he was very well known because almost all the girls that where taking the course that day with him knew him by magazines, what ever. So, he gave everyone his card to contact him. We had talked a little but nothin' much, really.
He added me on Facebook a long time ago, but we never did talk. I accepted him just because it's good to have a connection like that to enter a designers world.
Point is!... He starts talking with me, and I ask him how long has he been designing his clothes, blah, blah and I told him that I have been designing for 5 years now (Yes, i've been making here and there some of my own clothes to wear) and then he starts saying to me: Nice! Well, your really sexy and you could model your own clothes.
I replay: Well, I honestly to fancy being a model. But if there was a day that I can't fond the right model, then yes, I would model my clothes.
And then he says (that's what really rang a bell in my head to think that he was hitting on me): So how old are you?
Me: I'm 19, why?
Him: Sssssssssssss (yuk*) Your so young!
So, are the clothes you make sexy?
Me: (At this point I'm thinking to myself "This bastard thinks I'm a dumb girl wanting to study fashion design) I don't think my clothes are sexy, I think their very different in the way that I use fabrics from the sixteen hundreds to the eighteen hundreds with a modern cut starting from 2008.
Right there he stopped talking to me. I just knew that that :ahole: was looking for something else.