Today a young man stopped at the Harold B. Lee Library to open the door for me. Now, I go to BYU, so this is not an unusual occurrence. I can't remember the last time I had to open the door for myself. {Note: Remember this boys.} But then he smiled. And I fell in love. Now, I don't know his name or anything else about him, but I want him. I don't even know if he really was cute. But that smile made him beautiful to me. My new life mission is to find him and marry him.
So, boys, remember to always open the door, and then to give a big, genuine smile. The girl will turn to putty in your hands.
The end.
I've seen this in action--It works.
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