Some cute dude in the elevator just said to me, "nice bag, marc jacobs, right?" At first I thought we were going to get married (or at least make out), because you have to marry (or randomly make out with) any man that has an eye for handbags. Unless, of course, he is gay; in that case, you instantly become friends and he is destined to be your new gay boyfriend.
So, to determine his team preference, I coyly smiled, complimented his designer recognition skills, and then inquired about the nature of his acquisition of such rare skills...totally straight and, of course, his wife works for M.J. and "has a closet full of them". I'll bet she is super skinny and eats only chocolate all day, too.
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