Amanda's Diary: a Playgirl's Confession

Amanda's Diary: a Playgirl's Confession

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"Holy Moses! What a wonderful girl! Man, she's told me everything I've ever wanted to hear from a girl, but, there's just one problem. I think she's a player, and I just got played." I didn't even know what a player was when a guy gave me a note that contained this poem. I guess I was always just, what you'd call, a natural. Ever since though, I seemed to have inadvertently lived up to the title. I'd like you to think that everything you're about to hear, are colorful figments of my wild imagination. :) And that none of them happened for real nor has been inspired by real events. :) Read on and be entertained, bewildered, inspired, appalled, and/or guided on how to use some playgirl tricks to make a significant number of men eating at your cute playgirl palm. :)
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I let a smirk take it's place on my face as I sauntered over towards him. He looked very amused, but I knew what I was doing. "I heard you're a player." I stated innocently, looking deeply into his cerulean eyes. "What's it to you?" his eyes squinted together as if trying to figure out my intentions. I rubbed my hands together and chuckled humorlessly. "Well I'm a player too, and I want to play a little game." He crossed his arms and leaned back against the lockers. "Do tell." I could tell he was playing along, thinking I was joking around and flirting as always. He was so wrong. In fact, I'd never been more serious in my life. "That's the fun part. We're going to be exclusive." I noted gesturing to the both of us. "We'll do everything like a real couple. Kiss, hold hands, go on dates; the whole package. The first person to fall in love loses."

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