I decided to give Facebook a turn to see what would happen. I’m good looking enough that I figured I’d hit up some of the girls I knew had a crush...on me in high school. I assumed I’d have a decent conversation with most of them considering the women I was going after had a thing for me at one point in time, but I was sadly wrong. The first ten women completely ignored me. The next five read my message but didn’t respond. Out of thirty attempts I made I only had one response; and even that one. Fran was becoming quite aware that Ebony was looking at her chest "Yeah I think so, thank you."Then Ebony started "Look, I'm having a house party later, my sisters 21st. You don't fancy coming do you? I'd like to get to know you."Francesca nearly fell over. Was this even real?! A girl that she had only ever shared 'Hi's' and 'Hello's' with was now inviting her to a party at her house?"Well, yeah." Fran answered, regaining composure. "I'd love to actually." Brilliant!" Ebony exclaimed "You live. We kissed for maybe the 3rd time in our relationship. This one lasted for a while. After we broke off the kiss I told her that I loved her, she loved me too. I asked her if she would like to marry. She asked me when. My reply was whenever you are ready. We kissed and she started to cry then said ‘Yes!’ When we walked back into the house she must have looked different because her mother asked if she was ‘OK.’ Pat said ‘Better than OK, he asked me to marry him.’ I had to go home so I could work. I tipped the wastebasket onto the floor, took the sturdy container to the start again, and wrote much nearer to the top of the board. Andrew did not have to be asked, but called out his next answer. Mark gave his next and this time it was in French. Most of the replies were similar, because they did not want to get into the more erotic phrases.When the board was as full as I could get it, I jumped down and said, "Enough; if you get carried away, the Vice Principal will be in here wanting to.