“Perfect! You haven’t changed much in ten years. What a lucky and lovely girl you are.” She attached it to my profile and did some other entries...before turning the laptop around to show me. I was tentative but pleased.“Next, I will send myself a “friend” request. I will accept it. This will give you access to my private site, and me access to you. When people send you “friend” requests, you can accept them or not. Your call. That why you won’t have to worry about your husband, or neighbor or. I was going at it like hammer and tongs when I rested my arm on a shelf to try and get a better position for the vinegar strokes when crash… the brackets gave way down came the shelf,followed by tins of paint and all sorts of other crap I lost my balance,fell to the floor and landed in a puddle of red paint.You think that was bad? when i stood up i had paint everywhere and I mean everywhere. Clothes,hair and you guessed it,all over my John Thomas. Oh but that still ain’t the worst of it. It was. .I was dating a girl from one of my classes, Anne-Marie...yes, it was Anne-Marie. I'd come from a pretty straight Midwestern background and being, like Joni Mitchell sang, "a free man in Paris" was exhilarating to me. I was in a new exotic world and I took to it like a fish to water. By my third year, I could speak fluent French, I knew all the famous places in Paris, the art history...I was very comfortable there. Also, by my junior year, I'd had more than my fair share of les jeune filles.. Mitchell often wondered if it was possible for him to get a girl to like him, the prettiest and most popular girls at school surely never showed any interest in him and Mitchell wasn’t interested in any of the nerdy girls that he knew, even though they most likely wouldn’t be interested in Mitchell either. Mitchell knew that there wasn’t much that could be done to change his popularity level now, he was in too deep for that. So what if he could make something that would change people’s.