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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,

Living, Dying, Loving, Waiting

On Hopeful Notes ...

(This is the third in the series of Notes this week on what I am learning with my friend who has Leukemia)

There is an element of waiting when a person is facing a long road back to health.

There are no guarantees. Still, the treatments go on, the doctors come every day to talk and asses and we all wait.

She is on my mind as I wake, waiting for another day to learn about the test results of the last round of treatments.

This relationship called friend has been cracked open by her illness.

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