When does an interview stop and dating begin…

I seem to find my life somehow becoming revolved around by the comings and goings of Craigslist of late. I can honestly say it has pretty much been an amazing experience this time round.

In the past I have advertised for fashion interns and still go cold thinking of 2 girls who were clearly psychotic. Have you ever done an interview when you think that person is going to kill you? I have experienced the rambling of a chap who worked in a chicken shop who applied as pattern cutter and told me to "suck rocks" when the position was declined. There was also the abusive emails from some girl who said I was not a designer and that I was a joke (they have no record of my identity) followed by another message from this same girl saying she was sorry, that she did not mean it and could she have the job. Not to forget, the single mother who at the age of 19 had no qualifications but deserved a break. The list goes on...

Naturally everyone has a passion for fashion.

This time has been outstanding. I wanted to gather a team of people together to prepare for my online boutique launch next month which will coincide with a project I am not allowed to discuss as of yet, due to my N.D.A. I have absolute focus now and have many plans and have been stunned by the level of people that have committed to working with me. I have interviewed so far over 24 people and they have pretty much all gone very well…some more than others…

It was the day after the Playboy Mansion that a certain individual came for an interview as a prospective photographer. I have to admit I had a TERRIBLE hangover and was not really looking forward to it, but he seemed a very pleasant chap whilst conversing via email.

I had last nights "up do" and did as my nana would say looked like a "bad lass” (Yorkshire slang for young lady...ish). I answered the door to the most beautiful pair of green eyes and big grin…
I immediately for some reason felt embarrassed but could not help to be drawn in. The "interview” never really happened as such, but we sat and chatted for hours. This "interview" led us to the bar for 3 Bloody Marys’ and then onto a pool party on the roof of the beautiful Eastern Columbian Downtown, into its hot tub, to a club and then onto Tiny Pants and his boyfriend's house.

We resumed questioning the next night and the next...and then tonight and tomorrow.
Without doubt one of the longest interviews and confided in jest last night, he was unsure if he got the position.

I guess we are either dating or seriously stalking each other….

Long live Craigslist…….