It happened innocently enough: I was at a job fair on the UNC-Chapel Hill campus when a man in his late thirties approached me.
“Hey, you look collegiate and quality,” he said to me. ”You play rugby? You wrestle? Student-athlete?”
He was dressed like an aging actor who had been miscast as a teenager in a hot college comedy. Three too-tight t-shirts, one layered atop the next, with each shirttail exposed. Several shell necklaces. Beaded anklets on each ankle. “Distressed” cargo shorts. Flip-flops.
“I’m a recruiter for Abercrombie & Fitch, and we’re looking for collegiate, quality people who can represent our brand,” he explained. ”You have a bachelor’s degree, right?”
“Yeah, I double-majored in journalism and history,” I said.
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