Dear Santa,
I’m going to start my Christmas list tonight.
1) For Christmas, could I please have the ability to have a crush on someone who might actually like me back?
…and no, the guy I never got over from high school who I ran into when I was home for Thanksgiving, does not count. He’s married…with kids. We talked about this. Men who are married and/or don’t live in New York are what we now call, “counter-productive crushes.”
…and no, the deli man who offers to live with me every time I buy a seltzer water, also does not count. I feel like I don’t have to explain this one.
2) An agent.
More to come…
Love always,
Daiva
