Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Jane Austen is Writing My Life... Obviously

Whenever I meet a cute guy, I make sure that I try to get his attention in the most subtle way possible...

I usually meet them at parties, and I use my devilishly good looks to flirt my way to their heart. 

Then I ask them their age, where they grew up, when they think they'll be ready to get married, if they are okay with having a Pokemon theme in naming their children, and how good they think the month August is  for weddings. 

Most the time they walk away and leave the city never to come back again. Weird. I think with the amount of charm I actually have that there is a loving, available man out their waiting for me:

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