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My freshman year of college - many years ago, the exact number of which will not be shared to protect my vanity - I was strong-armed by my resident adviser into participating in an event that, frankly, scared me to death.
"It's for charity!" she said, which was and still is an easy way to tug at my heartstrings. So I signed my name on the sheet emblazoned "DATE AUCTION" and tried not to think about what I had done.See the full content of this document
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Bachelor Bash Enough to Send the Girls Crazy Good Morning
Of course, the fear is you'll look silly, you'll trip or stutter, or worst of all, no one will bid on you. But so...
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