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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,

Poor Salesmanship

On SEBASTIAN MARSHALL

A slight dust kicks up in the hot air, walking in the shadow of China World in Beijing.

It's a city with some of the best salesmanship in the world -- and some of the world.

The Chinese hustle. They work hard and constantly, relentlessly sell.

But sometimes their sales skills need some work.

I'm walking past a booth adverting a gym with swimming pool, tennis, and nice facilities.

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