I must be famous

The post below is from a blog from an ex. I actually posted a supportive comment on the blog but she deleted it, as she deletes most comments about anything she writes. I found it sort of weird that she decided to re-tell the story of my past single life on her blog and resolve to use some of my techniques in her dating experiment. I suppose I should be flattered.

Once upon a time, in a land called Texas, there lived a woman who had lost her mojo. Every day she fretted about her lost mojo. She could be heard crying "where has my mojo gone!!!????" day in and day out. She looked everywhere for that lost mojo. She looked under her bed and in her closet! She looked under the couch in the living room and in the very back of the car port. She even cleaned out her sex-toy drawer, but NO MOJO!

One day, that woman decided to go to Denver to look for her lost mojo, because Denver was the last place she remembered having it. She flew over and over to Denver. She even brought her sex toys in her carry-on bag-- much to the amusement of the TSA employees-- just to tempt the mojo to come back.

After months and months, that woman located her mojo! "Hooray!" Exclaimed the woman!

Once upon a time, in a land called Brooklyn, there lived another woman who had also lost her mojo. She looked in the clubs, at the Whole Foods, and even at the Gym, but NO MOJO! She meditated on her lost mojo, but still it did not come back. She went to Mich Fest, where she had last remembered having her mojo, but all she found was closure and flirtation.... still no mojo!

One day the woman from Brooklyn, remembered the woman from Texas, so the woman from Brooklyn decided to try her own version of the trips to denver... and she placed a Craigslist ad....

How will the story end???!!! stay tuned to find out!!