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It was a few days after Christmas, 1969. I was loaded down with cash from grandparents, uncles, aunts, and others who years before had given up trying to figure me out. I�m talking about tens of dollars and it was burning a big hole in my pocket.

Little did I know, this gift of cash would be the first domino to fall in a chain of dominos that would lead to the gift of euphoria.

I received a call from my close girl-type friend, Shirley, completely out of the blue. She was going to Willowbrook Mall with a girlfriend, and wanted to know if I would like to join them. Reluctant at first, I felt that hole burning where the cash was pocketed. I wanted to buy the Crosby, Stills and Nash album released the prior June. After a little more thought, the first domino fell. I met them at the corner of Bloomfield and Ridgewood Avenues to pick up the bus that would drag us out to the Willowbrook Mall.

I didn�t offer to drive them in the family car because I couldn�t. I was only weeks from turning eighteen and I did not have my license yet. I was afflicted with Boring Oldest Brother Syndrome, BOBS), a disease that attacks the maturity system; for example rendering one to postpone getting one�s driver�s license for as long as one possibly can. It�s quite crippling really.

Happily, I met them at the bus stop.

Shirley introduced me to Sue. It took, oh let�s see, about 3.7 seconds. Nope, I think less. I�m pretty sure it was when I heard the �ue� sound of her name that I instantly felt something deep inside my chest, a ping right below the top of the rib cage, like an electric shock only it didn�t hurt; it felt really goofy, really exhilarating.

She was beautiful. Her hair smelled like the freshest Breck shampoo for color treated hair I had ever laid nose on. And she was awash in Shalimar perfume, sending my olfactory glands into nasal nirvana.

During the bus ride to the mall, surprisingly I was overcome by an eerie confidence that pushed me to new heights of flirtatious wit. I was on top of someone else�s game and loving it! By the time we had arrived at the mall, I was hooked. Oh boy was I hooked. We had giggled our way into some kind of magic. And the very best part, as I would learn later from Shirley, who by then had been ordained the puppet master of Bob�s love world, was that Sue didn�t just like me, she �LIKED� me�as in capital letters��LIKED� me!

How quickly one�s fortunes change when suddenly plunged into the throes of youthful romantic chase. We walked the long winding caverns formed by nameless boutiques and anchor stores, laughing and smiling and teasing and touching and laughing some more. To the casual observer, it was probably nauseating but I didn�t care. I was dominoing into a wonderful new world. I bought the CS&N album. The girls replenished their perfume stock. Before we knew what hit us, it was time to go.

As the bus pulled away, my mind was dancing in heaven. But by the time we arrived back and disembarked where the adventure had all begun, heaven had turned to hell. It was all too good to be true. Rejection was moments away. Such was the fragile nature of my life.

The bus sputtered away from our stop, dumping an ominous black cloud of monoxide in its wake. But all I could immerse myself in was Sue, who by now was wearing a dazzling array of seventeen fragrances she had tested on her delicate soft wrists for me to blushingly critique. The air about her was a beautiful collage to the finely tuned nasal passages of a teen boy in fresh mushy pursuit. Unfortunately it was a wondrous moment that could not last. It was time to be noble in the face of her pleasant rejection with an empty smile, and cherish the fond memory of the mall.

I took the lead step in the dance of disengagement.

�Well, I guess I have to get going.� As clever a line as I had ever led with.

�Yeah, its dinner time and my brother is picking me up at Shirley�s in ten minutes.�

�Hey Shirls, can you give me a call later after din?� I asked, trying not to tip my cards too much.

�Yeah, no problem. I think we have something to talk about.� She was so obvious.

�Oh yeah? You think?� I coyly replied.

�Yeah, we need to talk too Shirls?� Sue added.

My heart sank at the foreboding potential of their pending conversation. I reached deep inside to maintain the high road.

�All right then, I guess that�s that! Everyone needs to talk! Everyone is talkin�!� Not a very good job. I probably needed to reach deeper.

Unfortunately my old friend penis enlargement pill panic had made himself at home in my thoughts. Was this going to be as good as it gets? Was my breath killing her? Was she just now realizing the lowliness of her affection?

I had to say something but what? What could I possibly say to rescue this sweet moment from the clutches of rejection like all the others?

I found it.�Okay then � catcha!� My rescue skills needed work.

�It was really nice to meet you Bob. I had a really great time.�

My inner voice wallowed, �Yeah right. And I have a nice personality too. Isn�t that what you want to say? Go on. I can take it!�

�Me too, Sue. Take care.� I answered. Oh well, I was noble.

I turned to Shirley.

�Hey Shirls, talk to ya later!�

With shoulders drooped, I started my trek home in emotional upheaval, feeling exuberance and dread simultaneously. The day�s events played over and over in my head. I forced myself to think about something else, like hockey fights, but to no avail. The feel of her warm wrists kept interrupting. I was in bad shape.

I barely ate dinner that night, which set off all kinds of alarms at home. Mom�s inquisition began: was I feeling okay, did someone steal my money at the mall, was I depressed about school starting in a few short days?

�Nope, I am just falling in love for the very first time. That�s all. There is nothing that can be done. My heart must travel this journey alone. It will find its way�somehow. Thank you though for inquiring.� I indulged my inner self.

I excused myself from the table to retreat to my sanctuary, where I listened to �Suite: Judy Blue Eyes� about forty seven times, waiting for the puppet master�s call. Finally, the phone rang.

�Hello?�

�She really likes you.� She got right to it, a trademark of her no nonsense style.

�Oh God! Really?�

�Yeah. She thinks you�re really cute and funny.�

Suddenly another voice.

�Oh my precious Bobby. My little lover boy.�

Damn! It was my little brother Steve. He could become a real pitbull of pain if I didn�t squelch this immediately.

�Hold on Shirls.�

I placed my hand over the phone.

�Hey Stevey hang up or I�ll chop up your GI Joe!� I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn�t like playing the GI Joe mutilation card but I was desperate to stop him in his tracks.

I listened into the receiver.

Click.

I removed my hand and continued.

�Sorry about that. So where were we? Oh yeah, �cute�? Can�t I ever be rugged or athletic or something?� I asked despondently.

To me �cute� was a notch above �nice personality�. �Oh, he�s so cute� as in �he�s so cute to like me but I could care less��that kind of cute.

�Forget rugged. She said �cute� and penis enlargement meant it in a good way.�

�In a good way,� I repeated.

�Yes in a good way. Look she LIKES you!�

�Are you sure?�

�Yes, I just got off the phone with her! She wanted to know about your situation.�

�What situation? I have no situation. I�ve never had a situation. I�m situation free!�

�That�s what I told her�not in those words exactly. I smoothed it out for ya.�

�Smoothed what out? I don�t need smoothing.�

�Don�t make me laugh! You need plenty. I told her you were just coming around from a terrible break-up from over a year ago.�

�Oh that�s smooth Shirls!�

�Yeah, I thought you might like it. She thinks you are sensitive and likes that.�

I took a deep breath.

�Wow � now what?�

I was a fish out of water, pathetically incompetent in such matters. Maybe I could get advice from my younger brothers. My mind was racing.

�Listen! There is a get-together tomorrow night at Shnooky�s house. Sue is going and wants you to come over.�

Shnooky lived in this weird world where her dad publicly called her �my little Shnooky�; hence the nickname. Visiting her house was like walking onto the set of Father Knows Best.

�Are you positive? Really? She wants me to go?�

�Yes! Don�t you get it ... she LIKES you.�

�Are you going?�

�Yeah but not until later. Gotta baby-sit till 9:30.�

�What should I do?�

�Well � you could call her for starters and talk to her.�

�Talk to her? What would I say?�

Shirley was losing patience with me.

�You know Bob � I don�t have time for this right now. Just go. Just be there.�

�Just be ��

�Gotta go. Catcha tomorrow night. Good Luck!�

Click. Dialtone.

My life line was gone in an instant. I was swirling in a sea of uneasiness. I wondered what should I do now?

I immediately ditched the idea of calling her, why take the chance of saying something wrong. So I went to bed counting the hours to Shnooky�s instead.

After a long day of worry, 6 p.m. finally rolled around and time to get ready for the big get-together. After showering with my English Leather soap-on-a-rope, I toweled off and sprayed my arm pits with Right Guard, enlarging the ozone hole over Antarctica by about fourteen square miles. Next the goods were crowbarred into two of my cleanest, tightest �fruit of the loom� briefs for precautionary purposes, as the night�s activities could easily trigger an embarrassing situation. After tucking the apparatus in real nice, I put on my favorite faded jeans, held nicely in place by my cool surfer belt. I threw on an undershirt, my best blue long-sleeve oxford shirt, tag still attached, thick matching crew socks, desert boots, topping it all off with an old washed out navy blue crewneck sweater. The sweater served a few purposes. Primarily, I was under the delusion that it was a look. It also might make a useful cover up should the double binding underpants fail to conceal things in the event of a situation.

Once dressed, I had to work on the face, no easy proposition. Apparently, during the prior night while sleeping, no less than four pimples showed up and five long wispy dark chin hairs. A quick buzz from my trusty rotary bladed Norelco and the chin hairs were history. A splash of British Sterling, well more like a dunking, and I was smelling pretty damn good. It was a skillful blend of the natural fruity notes from Prell, the woodsy undertones from the English Leather soap, the bold sporty scent from Right Guard, and the raw sexual energy of British Sterling, coming together in a circus of sensuality as harmonious as a Schoenberg symphonic poem.

This odor thing was very important because it was going to have to mask the pungent stench emitted by the two pounds of Clearasil I was about to cake on the pimples.

With pimples buried, hair combed, and lips glistening in Chapstick, I was ready to go out and conquer the night. I managed to get to the dinner table in time to down some grub, avoiding eye contact and communication with Steve the entire time. Successfully accomplished, I raced upstairs, gargled, brush my teeth and popped some Sen-Sen for added fresh breath insurance. I was as ready as I could be.

At arrival, I greeted Mrs. Shnooky, and made my way downstairs to the finished basement.

There she was. We made eye contact immediately and I smiled a grin so big that I could feel the plaster-like Clearasil on my zits cracking. She looked so beautiful.

We sat close and talked awhile, staring into each other�s eyes the entire time. I could smell her hair. I was melting. At one point she took my hand in her hand. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Her hand was warm and soft; her fingers silky smooth to the touch. It wasn�t just skin a felt. It was flesh; wonderful, living flesh. Instantly, alarms were set off from my brain to every nerve ending in my body. I began to shake uncontrollably. I had three thousand layers of clothing on and I was shivering like a chilled baby. I would learn later on in life that I got the shakes with every new hand I held.

�Hey are you okay?� she asked in the sweetest disarming voice I had ever heard. I inhaled her breath. Electricity instantly shot down to my toes.

�Yeah, I just have these shakes for some reason. I�m not even cold.�

�That�s weird.�

�You�re tellin� me?�

There was an awkward moment of silence. Then she spoke in a whisper.

�Hey, I need to talk to you about something in private. Want to take a walk outside in the snow?�

I stared blankly. I didn�t hear a word she said.

�We could walk over to the country club. It�ll be fun.� She stopped talking and studied me for some kind of response. I needed to say something but what? I played the tape back over in my mind until I found some key words to play off of.

�You want to take a walk?� I nervously repeated.

Oh God the touch of her hand was so nice, I pleaded internally �please don�t let go ... please don�t let go � please, oh please, oh please, don�t let go�.

�I mean sure. We can walk and talk. I mean you can talk while we walk or I can �� she squeezed my hand, squinted at me with her bright blue eyes, and saved me from myself.

�Come on � let�s go.� She said calmly, leading me by the hand up the stairs.

We threw on our coats, gloves and hats, and exited out the back door. Once outside, she put her arm around my waste, and in a reflex reaction I put my arm around her shoulder. I had never hugged a girl before. I started to shake again. Even though it was about twenty degrees out, even though we were swollen from layers of thick heavy clothing, even though I was shaking spastically, and even though my Clearasil was flaking off in crusty chunks, I felt like we were one being.

We continued to make small talk, during which I was able to get her to laugh as we trudged through the snow, crossed the freshly plowed street and walked onto the country club golf course. I didn�t want the moment or feeling to end. It was really dark out, although the dry white snow brighten the way by reflecting what little light passed on by. It was hard to tell from the drifting snow but I think we were walking across a green when she suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

�You�re shaking. Poor baby.� She lifted her arms up and grabbed the collar of my coat. I placed my arms around her waste.

�Remember, I wanted to talk to you in private,� she whispered, her minted breath filling the crisp night air, dancing into my soul.

Here it comes, the �nice personality� speech. I was so short on confidence of any kind. I decided to gallantly cut her off at the pass.

�Yeah, I remember. Hey, look. You don�t have to say �� But before I could be gallant, her glossed lips puckered and headed my way. I instinctively closed my eyes before contact. Then, as if swallowed by the Earth, she stepped off the lip of a giant sand trap we unknowingly had been standing precariously above.

In my effort to grab her as she slid down the slope, my feet went out from under me. I rolled down the hill in hot pursuit, crashing into her at the bottom, some eight feet below. We both began to laugh as she rolled over on top of me. And we laughed some more. Then we laughed a little less, and a little less until the only sounds one could hear were those of our silence and stare. And then she leaned down and kissed me.

What I remember most was that our teeth smacked into each other. I feared I had chipped one of her upper incisors. So I pulled back. She smiled. No blood. Nice whole teeth. Undaunted she tried again. This time we were fine.

For more hours than I wish to reveal, I have wrestled with capturing in words what I had felt at that precise instant. After many awkward, empty attempts, I realized I have neither the vocabulary nor the ability to do so. But that�s okay. I think what I was attempting to do is akin to capturing the majesty of the Grand Canyon in a picture taken by a cell phone camera. It can not be done. And for those who have tried either, they understand what I mean.

I will leave it at this�on Tuesday, December 30th, 1969 at 8:23 p.m. life for me had changed.

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The Voicemail Message

Recently, I had the experience of shopping for a car. Unfortunately, I didn�t have the pleasure of buying one. Although I knew the exact car I wanted and was ready to buy, not one car salesperson was willing to give me any personal attention.

To begin, I followed a �get a quote� tool that was available online and filled in exactly what I wanted in my next car: the type, the color, the features, and even additional comments. I couldn�t have made it much easier for a car salesperson to sell me a car that I already knew I wanted.

With the five requests that I sent online to different car dealerships in my area, I received five phone calls within 12 hours of my request. All of them went directly to my voicemail.

Here is the basic script to four of the messages I received:

�Hello, this is (insert name of salesperson) calling from (insert name of car dealership). Please call me back at (insert telephone number that I have yet to call).

BOOORING! And talk about impersonal! Did they even read my request? Do they even know what kind of car I am interested in?

When a prospect goes out of their way to contact you in regards to a sale, the last thing you want to do is leave them an impersonal or automated message penile enlargement!

What�s the purpose of a voicemail message?

There is only one objective to leaving a voicemail: get them to call you back. Be creative! Use humor! Show them you are different from the competition!

Distinguishing yourself from others DOES NOT mean telling your prospects how great and wonderful you and your company are. DON�T tell them that your company is the biggest, the best, that it always puts the customer first, has a 99.6 percent customer satisfaction rate, was the first to do something, or how long you�ve been in business and how many awards your company has won. In fact, don�t tell them ANYTHING remotely similar to anything on that list!

True Story: While attending college at Bowling Green State University I made a significant observation: all seven pizza companies in town printed �voted #1 pizza in town� right on their pizza box. Why? The same reason you tell your customers how top enlargement products great you are�because you think people actually care.

How do you differentiate yourself from the competition?

Your prospects know what they like and what they want. They don�t want to dance around with you or play games. They want to be treated like an important customer and not like the next sale towards quota.

So try leaving a message that is actually to the point. Try to sound like a human being and not a salesperson. Leave a message of value, where you tell your prospect something they might actually want to know. This will entice them to return your call. (Want more examples? Send a blank e-mail to voicemail@tomrichard.com)

The e-mail message

After sending in my online quote requests for a car, I also received an automated e-mail. I know that you�ve probably received one sometime in your life, too. They�re easy to spot as soon as you open the message: a letter full of misspellings, asterisks and exclamation points; sent from a nameless person promising to give you an incredible deal on a sale.

These types of e-mails almost always end up in the trash folder. Why? Because they�re garbage, and you know it! So, why are you using this garbage to reach your prospects?

Voicemails and e-mails should always be sent personally from a real human being, with the intention of creating a relationship with your prospect. Get to know your prospect so you will understand them and discover their motivation for their interest. When you know why they are interested, you will find out how they will make the decision of whether or nor to buy from you.

Be persistent!

Although all five dealerships reached out to me within the first 24 hours of my inquiry, not one person has followed up with me since then (with the exception of automated e-mail blasts, like I mentioned).

A clear and simple way to separate yourself from the competition is to be pleasantly persistent with your follow-up. You are NOT creating a favorable impression with a prospect if you can�t take the time to contact them on a personal level after your first attempt.

When I sent out my initial online inquiries, I was ready to buy a car. I took the first step to contact five different car dealerships in my area. However, the impersonal and ineffective follow-ups of these dealerships have reminded me of why I don�t like purchasing a car, and now I am considering keeping my old one.

I didn�t make the sales process difficult, the follow-up system of the car dealerships did!

So consider this: is your follow-up system killing your chance of making sales? Do you send messages to your prospects? Are they personal? Are they effective? Remember, the point of the follow-up is to establish a relationship that will eventually lead to a sale. So be personal, be persistent, and be happy you�re changing a prospect into a customer!

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Celebrated on the first Sunday in May, children and fathers make sure that the day is special and memorable, commemorating it by buying something special, making something nice, and trying to make the day perfect for their mom.

Buying a gift has become very important, and if you pay close attention to your mother�s likes and top enlargement products dislikes, picking a present should be relatively easy. Flowers, perfume and chocolates are the staples of Mother�s Day gifts, and most mothers will love anything their children. Even if you want the gift to be extra special, your choices are endless. You can get her something practical that she really wants, you can get her a personalized gift like a printed t-shirt or a plaque, or you can even name a star after her.

If you don't have the money to spend, you don�t have to worry, as no one understands you better than your mom. In fact, she might feel bad if you spend more than you can afford. Less expensive alternatives for gifts include making make her something or giving her coupons penile enlargement for chores you can take on when she wants a break. What you must remember while picking up or making a present is that it is the thought that counts.

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Pick a theme for your dance party, whether it be disco, break dancing, rap or country and find coordinating decorations. A party supply store will have every theme for dancing the night away and all the trimmings to make your party a smashing success.

If Disco is your chosen theme, buy, rent or make a disco ball to hang in your party room. Whether it functions or not doesn�t really matter, it adds to the ambience of the set. Find old posters of bands and singers from the disco era and hang around the house or room.

You can�t have a Disco Dance Party without music! Use a karaoke machine to play only disco songs. Make it a competition for who has the best act. Turn it into an American Idol game and hand out personalized trophies as favorites or plastic records. Using the posters bought, see who can remember the names of the most acts. penis enlargement Winner gets to take an old record home for a prize.

Serve �Disco� food at your party. Serve things that are all round like the disco ball. Pizza, veggie trays, ham roll ups, cookies, brownies dips can all be made or put into circular dishes. Rename certain foods to give them a 70�s flair. Make Bell Bottom Taco Dip or Groovy Potato Salad to serve the hungry dancers.

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We're not alone, of course. Over 15 million Americans play fantasy football, a game that uses the statistics of professional football players for personal, fantasy teams. During the last decade, this game has erupted, like a volcano. There are hundreds of web sites, dedicated to it. Magazines litter the newsstands in June and July, all dedicated to providing the best information possible about players from the National Football League, as well as offering "expert" prognostication as to which players will benefit your fantasy team the most, based on their performances on the gridiron each Sunday. There are even radio and TV shows, dedicated to discussion of fantasy football and the NFL players that dot each team's roster.

If you know someone who loves football, chances are he or she is part of a fantasy football league. My own participation has initiated a new experience. As a writer, I'm always looking for a new idea, something unique, and fantasy football has given it to me. A work of fiction. For years, while I was busy writing how-to books and articles, I dreamed, as most authors do, of writing the great American novel. When that didn't come, I just wanted penis enlargement pills something different; something I thought would interest a large audience.

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