[ WP ] Imagine a world where dating and job hunting are switched . Dating now involves sending emails and resumes , while people seeking employment frequent the hottest clubs .

`` Thanks, I'll be in touch. Goodbye!'' 
 
 The office door slammed on the male suitor's face. It had been her 39th rejection in a row. Reina was commonly known in the workplace as the `` Ice Queen''. She enjoyed conducting her dating interviews at the office where she worked, and made a spectacular event of each one. She would lead them in with a blank expression on her face and quiz them on their resume. Sometimes, she would test them - give them small jobs that she would expect her boyfriend to do. These things usually involved doing her mundane dayjob duties for her. 
 
 No matter what, though, the men would always leave disappointed. Who knows how long some of these guys have been waiting for a call back. It's always `` I'll be in touch!'' or `` I will be conducting followup interviews in the near future''. As far as I can recall, she has never once met with the same person twice for a `` date''. 
 
 Then one fateful Tuesday, everything changed. 
 
 Reina had just dismissed her latest suitor - he misspelled `` amorous'' on his resume. Rookie mistake. I was sitting the desk across from her, waiting for the day to end. At the very least, her shenanigans helped to dull my own perception of time. The day was nearly done already, and she had one more gentleman to meet with before quitting time. And that's when *he* showed up. 
 
 He did not knock on the door. He simply entered the workspace, hooting and hollering, making a grand entrance. A young black male, approximately mid twenties. Rocawear t-shirt, baggy slate jeans, neon Nike sneakers, wearing a gold chain and stunner shades. His hair was a wild mess of dredlocks, and he proudly sported a permanent grin on his face. I immediately thought that he would be rejected before the interview even began, but life is apparently full of surprises. 
 
 The man introduced himself - to everyone - as Deshawn. He passed out copies of his mixtape to everyone in the general vicinity, which he described as `` straight fire''. Finally, when Reina went to introduce herself, gesturing for a handshake, she was caught off-guard with a thug-hug and a vigorous pat on the back. Just when I thought it could n't possibly get any worse, he handed her his resume - but wait - not a traditional resume. It was far too small. A business card? 
 
 Reina took the slip of paper from the man and stared at it intensely. I could see a fire burning in her eyes, hot enough to bore though the paper and into the man's very soul itself. For a solid minute she looked at it. Studied it. Gazed upon the words written. For once in her life, she looked passed the superficial things, like what kind of typeset he was using, or how he indented his paragraphs, or what kind of professional references he bothered to write down. 
 
 Reina looked up from the paper and stared into the eyes of the man standing before her, still smiling like an idiot. I half expected her to punch him in the face, but what happened next was unexpected, to say the least. She dropped the card on the floor and began to furiously, passionately kiss him. 
 
 As the apparent new couple devoured eachothers faces, the rest of the office could only stand there and watch. How could someone like that possibly have what it takes to melt the Ice Queen? Maybe his mixtape *was* fire... 
 
 Deshawn scooped Reina up into his arms and carried her out to his low-rider, complimenting her on how beautiful she was the entire way out. 
 
 Curiosity was like a bad itch. The only relief was to know what was on that card. I hurriedly moved to pick it up off the floor, anxious to know the words that moved the unmovable object. The backside was blank, I flipped it and read it aloud. 
 
 `` Ay bby, u wan sum fuk'' 
 
 I put the poorly hand-written expression of love back on the floor and went home early that day. 
 
 edit: spelling correction
