For the Girls of NYU and NYC
P.S. Pick out a boy/male/man/guy you think I can't scare. Tell me. Watch me do it.
I AM NOT GOING TO FLIRT WITH YOU UNLESS YOU DO FIRST.
Sometimes I forget I am talking only to you. In the past I was talking to men, primarily, because I wanted something from them.
Now boys have nothing I want.
But you do. You have wisdom, enthusiam, fresh creativity, votes, shares, gossip and free time.
May I have this chance?
You are shyer than I expected. Collectively. But I bet there are lots of you spitfires on campus who simply haven't seen or heard of me yet.
Many of you are only now.
High! I am the man/male/boy running for Congress at NYU. Alex. Wolf Alexander. "Our Congressman!" :0)
I'm really nice. Not even pretend nice. Genuinely liking your company
I'm really hot. I make every man in New York City seem pathetic.
I'm really serious. I am going to win this election because of you. I am courting your attention. And your support. And your enjoyment.
I have not yet begun! to show off. It will be funny. And exciting! Almost every afternoon in your Park.
Can we agree now that I am not bad and you are awesome?
I am awesome too but impatient me realizes you have to know, not be told. I'll wait. You're worth it.
Friends! New Yorkers!! Collegewomen!!! Lend me your copies of "Julius Caesar".