Title: Hicks to Fab in 10 easy steps.
Step 1: Use Your Accent; It Is Your Greatest Ally.
Timeline: 3 months since arrival in Canada.
Side Note number 1: Work with an inspiration.
If, like me, you find yourself making a book for a closing project get an inspiration. Mine is my brother. His name is Matthew. Matthew is like most stereotypical boys from the south, nice, sweet, and has the biggest ego ever. But I'm not talking about an inspiration like writing a book, more like to keep you going, to help you stay on track. Motivation is such a mundane word.
My brother keeps me from missing home too much; He is the one putting out more money so I have a phone to call my dad from time to time; who has never been without me and Matthew for too long. Matthew is the one who said my talent deserves a little self sacrifice.
But back to the Step. Its human nature to like things you can own yourself. Like an accent. I couldn't tell you how many people would like to hear you're life story just because it's told with an accent. Its not even just American accents that make people interested. I actually dated a not as attractive, outside and in, girl just to hear her moan my name in her Brazilian accent.
I don't know why Canadian people are drawn to me and Matt just because we draw out the words.
Yet, that hasn't stopped me from milking it. To say my personal life has increased 22.4 percent just by being extra polite and saying meaningless things, hell, I could read the phone book and get half those girls again.
"Have a nice day, darlin'"
A nice giggle and a "Bye Jeff" floated out of the coffee shop Matthew and I slaved at.
"Do you even remember her name Jeffry?" Amy "Lita" Dumas laughed.
Side Note number 2: You don't need an inspiration/motivation with its own inspiration/motivation
Matt's ex-girlfriend seemed to follow us up to the art school in Canadian. It adds a distraction and makes you feel like this place is no different then home. This may cause serious homesickness. This means more stress for your inspiration/motivation. NOT WORTH IT.
Amy has to be the funniest unfunny person I've ever met. You know the people who think they're jokes are the most hilarious because they make Matthew laugh. This is his nervous 'I'm looking at something else shut up' laugh.
And here comes 'the what else', aka: effect one, six, and seven, his little personal Canada god. Long blonde hair, always ask for the same strong brew, big nice smile, and always wearing some hockey gear. We have yet to figure out the name of the 'Canada God' but today he's brought a friend. Let's see how this ends.
"You're gonna love this place, Jay." 'Canada God' smiled.
"Let's hope they got a weaker brew than the crap you brought last time Adam."
I smile at my brother who is currently the only free cashier but Amy done beat him to the punch.
"Next person here."
Matthew tried his hardest to not glare at the woman but they're both 'punk'd' when the two blondes split up and 'The God' chooses Matthew.
"Welcome to the Hubba hut. May I take your order?"
"That's a nice accent you have there." A flashed smile. A deep blush on Matthew's account.
HA! The lesson is now tide it…. now that I'm done embarrassing myself back to Matthew's 'God'.
"Thank you. Your order?"
"Where are you from?"
"Uh… North Carolina. Your order?"
Now Matt knows the order but he's learned from the best, ask a regular they're order and it's a quick way to a conversation.
Side note number 3: Notice your surroundings to start conversations.
Conversation New People New Friends Social life soars More Dates!
"It that better than South Car-o-lin-a?"
Whoa! Mocking of the accent: never cool. Your accent is things of beauty don't let it be insulted.
"Actually," Matthew's laid the accent on extra heavy "It was really only split up for taxes cause 'the yanks' figured the raise the taxes North agreed and South disagreed. Now ya order?"
"Anger and that accent makes you hotter, babe."
And with that him and his not as god-like friend left the Hubba Hut and walked off.
Amy frowned. "We'll be lucky if he comes back."
"Why do you even care?" I asked.
"Because he was clearly undressing me with his eyes." A dramatic sigh followed.
Matthew was busing himself with mulling over the tips from earlier.
"Oh," I smiled "Cause if I were to ever undress you I'd at least ask you to get my coffee."
A glare was sent my way until our extremely geeky friend, Brian Kendrick waltz in.
"My companions! Horror has struck. The theater vandalized."
"Um… little signs that are left from the parade aren't vandalism." Amy tried to reason.
"Shut up Amy. It's call making a scene. I mean you're friends with Matt who is always in a combo with Jeffrey."
"The best 2 for 1 around." My smile made Matthew give a light laugh.
"Is there a way to return half of the combo?"
"I call Matthew!" Brian called.
Now its time to go back to the dorms where we're the only ones that are there still a month from the first day of school and mine and Matthew's dorm has 5 beds… until August 3rd we'll both have full beds. God life is great.
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Note From a lone oreo aka the sad loser who wrote this.
I'm in love with this chapter. : (which is one of the shorter steps.)
If ya'll couldn't tell I'm southern and I'm actually from North Carolina and I'll admit I have a hate/love relationship with SC. Too hot for me.
anyway review cause you love it. or if you want to help center this ball of firely fire.