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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 1

As far as I was concerned, she was perfect. She was at least as smart as I was, was a dancer and had the body to prove it, and had a smile that could disarm the national guard. Let's call her Julie.

So, like an earthworm stalking it's prey, I put my usual game on her. Since my last flowchart was so popular, I've made another one to show you how I dealt with the ladies back then:

Nedless to say, things went slowly. We hung out nearly every day for the last couple months of our Senior year summer vacation. Like many guys, I was totally oblivious to her attraction for me. One morning Julie came over really early while I was still sleeping, and squeezed into my twin bed with me. I woke up, and assumed that she must be tired - it didn't even occur to me that she might like me. Finally on the last week of that vacation she said to me,

"You have to write about your life."

On to chase or to hunt

Who we become is based largely on the relationships fostered when we were young. Even the understated relationships can become the building blocks of our ambitions, circumstances, and selves.

My grandmother, a women of great pride and independence, was not always kind towards my siblings and I. That began to change just after my first long-term hospitalization. Unlike the majority of my family, who walked around the issues of my diagnosis and treatment, Thérèse spoke openly to me about my experiences as well as her own.

"You're very lucky to have a mommy and daddy who care so much about you. Women weren't allowed to talk about these things when I was young." My grandmother was one of twelve children born in the 1930's to poor farmers in rural Quebec. After marrying my grandfather, they moved back and forth between the US and Canada (wherever my grandfather could find work) eventually settling in Niagara Falls, Ontario just before I was born.

"When all my children finally left home, I was so lonely I cried all the time. Your grandfather made me see the doctor, thinking it was menopause and I just needed some medicine to make me better. He said I was depressed and to get a job. So I learned how to drive and started waitressing - I loved it."

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