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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,

The Grieving Partner

On The Constance Chronicles

About three years ago my partner lost her mother to an 8 month battle with melanoma. Amy and I had been dating for about nine or ten months when her mother was diagnosed with this brutal cancer. Once all the tests had been completed, the cancer was already at Stage 4 and this type of internal melanoma gave her close to a 20% chance of living. I had done some searches on the internet and after about 5 minutes of reading articles I knew the reality her mother would pass in less than a year. In my mind I had blocked out the idea of death. Death was supposed to happen, whether tragic or not. The idea was to celebrate life and not dwell on loss. I had experienced the loss of distant relatives but those experiences remained just that, distant. When Amy found out her mom was dying of cancer, I had to make a decision for myself. I could either stay with her and be supportive through this trying time or I could tell her it was too much too soon and leave. There were two ways one could cut this.

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