I spent part of yesterday cleaning out the shed and going through boxes of stuff that used to be stored at my parent's house. As a result, I found a lot of old photos of myself.
Wow.
I didn't discover things like tweezers or personal grooming until a very late age. Adolescence was not kind to me. I called my younger sister to tell her that I found photos that definitely show how we each got much better looking with age and she pointed out that she had to wait for me to discover things like flat irons so I could teach her. How did we miss out on things like that?
It's also weird to see how my weight fluctuated throughout the years. I went from 180 to 220 and bounced around in that range from age 14 until now. That, coupled with the lack of a hair brush in my life, clearly demonstrates that I am a late bloomer. Does that mean I have a good reason for being socially awkward?
Today I randomly started watching a show called "The Pickup Artist" and it reminds me that there are other late bloomers out there. I have caught this show a few times before and each time I think to myself, "Why don't they have a show like this for women?"
Here is a preview of the show that I took from the Vh1 website. Kindly be amused:
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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Oh my gosh, I would be such a perfect candidate for a girlie version of this show! I'm such an awkward dork around guys, as you know. Hook me up with some flirting lessons!
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