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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,


On My Journal

GYRADS (Get Your Roommate A Date).

Oh boy.

Yep, this is coming up, and I have no inkling of anyone that I would be interested in here at school. That's probably because I don't know a whole lot of guys yet, and the guys that I do know are strictly friends.

I would like to get to know some guys. I mean, guys are much different from girls, and sometimes it's like a breath of fresh air to spend time with them. However, I don't want to be pressured (either by myself or by others) into forcing relationships with guys. I think what happens naturally is best.

So I choose to wait.

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