do you know what it's like when you see someone you've been trying to work up the courage to talk to all night head for the door?
Maybe I don't tick all the boxes (just yet) that your mother told you to look for, but I think we'd be great together. So I'm coming over, tapping you on the shoulder, and saying,
I like you.
I like your attitude, your sense of style; you seem like the whole package. I don't say that to everyone, and I promise I'm about working my butt off—not kissing yours.
I want to surround myself with a group of kind, talented people hungry to do the best work. I'm not looking to job-hop and climb the career ladder. I want to settle in somewhere that will invest in me so that I can invest in them. My van "Brutus" and I are willing to go wherever we need to find that.
Bet on me.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and believe we have a lot to offer each other. Let's talk about how I can prove myself and leave y'all hanging onto your butts.