Personal Narrative-The Booger

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The tension was high. There was a lot of testosterone in the air, at least it seemed that way from where we were standing in the garden. Voices were loud and we could see some pretentious posers trying make an impression near the pool. It was party time indeed and we were going to make the most of it. No supervision, no limitations it seemed, all the resources we provided. Oh wow! There were some hot chicks around the place! Where the hell had they come from? Lounging and giggling on the sofas were the most magnificent looking girls of our town. The music with a heavy bassline was fulminating the speakers on the verandah and there were several silhouettes dancing on the roof. The lights were flaring and with every beat they would glow more and more luminous.The ablaze neon flares were directed towards everyone at once. It seemed as if we were situated on a canvas of a painter. There were at least five hundred guests.This was huge!
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You don't want to overdo things as you might give the impression of being 'too keen' or even worse immature. At the same time, you don't want to be a blob just hanging about not knowing what to do and ending up just watching the others have a good time. You need to let the cool come out in you, in a natural way, so that you really have fun, but very importantly, in style. This way your chances of attracting members of the fairer sex increase dramatically. Good looks is a must but that is not to say that charm doesn't play a critical role for it most certainly

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