Read Next

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,

My Morning Cup Of Coffee.

On The Mad Ink3r

I woke up this morning and was in the happiest mood, ever. My daughter, Summer Copeland was excitedly kicking me in the stomach as her father was rubbing and kissing at my huge belly. She seems to have her favorite parent, though it seems. I'm not sure why I'm so happy but I'm sure she's the reason. I've never seen such beauty in having a little princess growing inside of me, and it brings me back to life more and more. She was definitely my cup of coffee this morning, and her father was too. I love them dearly and the precious moments we have. The laughter, jokes, and tokens of love that are shared among us are blessings. Summer is my Creative charm token. I wear her everywhere that I go. Mommy loves you, girl!

Rendering New Theme...