How To: Get A Boyfriend Fast

Step 1- Find Your Target

How to: Get a Boyfriend
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Step 1- Find Your Target
First you will need to find the correct chosen subject, to be your boyfriend.
Whether he is decided upon looks, personality, weird fetishes or kinks (I don't judge) it is completely and utterly up to you.
This step is extremely important, as without it, there is no point to this guide at all.
Find your target, find your boyfriend.
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Today was going to be recorded as one of the worst days of my life. It might seem a little premature to make that sort of negative assumption as I still hadn't gotten out of bed yet. I knew that I was exaggerating but I guess the divorce had me in a strict no exploring mood. But to be fair I'm not used to a complete change of location and environment. Okay that's a lie, when I was 5 I moved from Spain to America.

"Jordan! There's still another box for you to unpack!" My mother yells, waking me.

"I'll come down in like 5 minutes!" I yell back, repositioning my pillow and closing my eyes again.

"No, now!" I hear her yell back.

Outvoted 1-1, by my mother again.

It has been two days since we've moved into our new house, and I haven't done many productive endeavours. Besides, of course, helping unpack, and setting up new appliances around the house.

Groaning loudly, I manage to remove one arm from under my blanket and throw off the covers, as I sit up.

Making my way downstairs, I try my hardest to not get lost in the new house.

Our house is quite large, compared to our old house. It's a double-story house, with 4 bedrooms, which is way too many rooms considering there's 3 of us. But it was surprisingly the cheapest available house.

As soon as I spot the sealed up box sitting on a chair, I take it and rush up to my room.

I begin to open the box when I hear my phone ring.

"Chica! I miss you. How are you doing?" I immediately recognize the voice of Indiah.

"I feel so miserable without you, it's almost like having you here." I remark, laughing at my stupid joke.

"I see the sarcasm hasn't left you either," Indiah says. Even though I can't see her, I know she's rolling her eyes. Indiah has been my friend since preschool. We met when we were 5 almost 6 years of age, my English vocabulary not being very large given that I'd just moved from Spain. She befriended me and we've been inseparable ever since.

"My sarcasm is a genetic trait that will never leave me. I've finished unpacking all of my stuff which is worth an applause."

"Thats weird, you're lazy as hell how did you finish so quick in two days? Anyway don't let the separation anxiety get to you, we WILL be catching up soon." she says emphasizing the word 'will'. She had called me at least twice everyday, some days four.

"Yeah but you're driving here, I'm not risking going through the hell that is motion sickness," she laughs at my remark before asking, "Any cute guys?"

Of course. Typical Indiah.

"Are you serious? It's been like two days, give me a chance to settle in before I go guy stalking."

Or should I say boyfriend hunting.
Mwahaha.

That was incredibly cringeworthy don't say that again. Stupid voice in my head.

"I was just asking, maybe a hot neighbor?"

"Oh yeah, our next door neighbor Mr Pierce is actually pretty fit for a 70 year old, it's a shame he's married,"