Tell me, my friends. Tell me the things you think when you walk through my door. For the first time. The next. The tenth.
When you first saw me, if you remember: What do I look like?
Now that you know me: how do I make you feel? One word, ten, or a thousand. All are welcome.
And, should you have the chance, what would you change? About me, my place, my offerings… my perfume? What would make you just that touch more excited to see me?
Answers may be posted anonymously in the comments, or emailed to my work wife who will strip them of identifying data (though not of tone or content) and posted as edits below. You could also simply email me your answers, but that feels like it robs the exercise of it’s purpose.
I am absurdly curious, and in need of new ways to tell people who have never met me that they should.