A Letter to Abra - The Spaniard That Got Away
"In my defense I'd like to point out that as the assistant to Kelly Cutrone, working the insane hours that my job requires of me, my mental sanity was at an all time low this past September."
After viewing this episode and watching myself in my first fashion week induced delirium, I'd like to take this blogging opportunity to formally apologize for any embarrassment that my comments in this episode may have caused you. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that if a guy like me was gushing over my total and absolute hotness on national television I'd feel honored and extremely fortunate to say the least, however I can imagine my comments will seem shocking and extremely suggestive when you first catch wind of them. In my defense I'd like to point out that as the assistant to Kelly Cutrone, working the insane hours that my job requires of me, my mental sanity was at an all time low this past September. I mean, seriously - what was I thinking? As if I have time to have a boyfriend when I'm working from 9:00AM to midnight for 30 days straight. So Abra, while your Johnny Depp "Cry Baby" tattoo on your bulging upper bicep and blazing orange hair instantly caught my eye while we were backstage at the Davidelfin Spring/Summer 2010 show, I hope you understand that I am absolutely and totally shocked as I watch myself in this first episode, as I shamelessly refer to you as "my future husband or partner."
I hope this letter of apology finds you well and I look forward to seeing you at this upcoming fashion week in February.