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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 2

This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.

Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.

In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.


On Where Pianos Roam

Last week, I bought a giraffe.  That's right.  I bought a giraffe.  Over the last couple of weeks, I noticed a large antique mall that I had never visited before off of Wedgewood Ave. in downtown Nashville.  I like to attack antique shops to look for a cool painting or two.  When I finally went into this place, I had walked through each booth growing more and more disappointed at not finding ANY artwork that appealed to me. 

Then, at one point, I reached a large corner booth and started to glare at every object, as I've been prone to doing lately.  There was a sizable wooden dining table in the middle of everything, and there she stood.  I was surprised that I didn't notice her first because she's a little bit tall.  Adorned in pastel green and blue stripes, I just marveled at her.  I have a fondness for objects that have a fun and whimsical quality about them.  She looked like she just stepped off a boat that came from an island with a magical forest.  Standing at a lanky height of 3'4", she had a formidable presence about her.

I wanted her, but I thought to myself, "Asian, what in the world would you do with a giraffe?".  Her $12 price tag wasn't already enough to convince me to buy her, and so, I decided to walk around some more and think about it.  I'm not one to spend my money frivolously, and so, every cent is carefully doled out. 

I whipped around to the front of the building where I found an old piano.  One of the store's clerks invited me to play, and I briefly did.  Afterwards, I mentioned my interest in the giraffe, and he said something that sealed the deal.  He said, sure, she will not have much practical usefulness, but, will she make you happy? 

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