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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,

Hi!

On Thinking Out Loud

Okay, here's me starting something new.

Hi. I'm Breanna I'm a 16 (well 17 tomorrow) year old girl living in Canada. I'm in a rough patch right now and need to get it all off my chest somehow, so why not start a blog. Even if no one reads it... it's better than nothing. So here we go.

The story.

when I was 13 my dad got laid off, his position wasn't needed anymore so he got a package for a year and a half with pay until he found a job. At first, he enjoyed not having to go downtown every day. While it was October he decided to take six months off to do some personal stuff before looking for a new job- why not, he was still being paid for doing nothing! April rolls around, six months after being laid off. "Well summer's right around the corner and we're going away so there's no point of getting a job right now; I'll do it in September I promise."

It's October. Six months left for your package, we need money.

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