Hey everybody. As usual, I don't own Flashpoint, and check out my profile for story ideas.

Can you believe this idea came to me while I was in the shower - the one place where I can't type or write anything down, and half of it leaves my mind before I can get out. I counted 19; I was kinda hoping to get an even 20, but oh well. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

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Over the years I've done some pretty weird things for girls. Some odd, some other guys would do if asked, and some ... well, here's just a few:

I got rid of all my Nike clothes because she prefered Reebok.

One girl wanted me to switch to Old Spice body wash because it reminded her of her ex-boyfriend.

I tried Atkins - Ma wanted to kill me (or her, I couldn't tell which).

One asked me to cut my hair - I never called her back. (She later called to say maybe it was to early in our relationship to ask me to cut my hair, but would I consider dying it red. Ma wouldn't let me call her back; I should've given girls my cell phone number instead of my home number.)

One kept asking me all these questions. I later found out she was studying for a masters in psychology, and I was her class project. Afterward, I had to have sessions with the boss for a month.

One called me every hour on the dot to make sure I really was at work - Ed broke up with her for me.

One wanted me to get a tattoo. I fainted at the sight of the needle, and woke up alone - excluding, of course, the tattoo artists who kept laughing at me.

I redecorated my whole room green because it was a calming color and would help me get in touch with myself.

I tried ballett.

I tried sky-diving - she dumped me after I told her I'd wet myself.

Took yoga class for the instuctor, and even though we're not together anymore, I still do yoga at home.

Attempted to stop tallking ''geeky''. My record was 2 minutes and 43 seconds - if only she'd given me the chance to make it to 3 minutes, I really think we could've went somewhere.

One girl wanted me to go vegan - Ma had a cow.

Another girl wanted me to have dinner with her parents for our second date. For our next eight dates, I wore my vest underneath my shirt.

One kept asking me if I had a brother.

Went to couples therapy after one week of dating.

I tried an online marriage site, where they marry you for a green card - she went back.

One wanted me to try botox. Boss said under no circumstances was I to handle negotiations - he was afraid the subject would think I wasn't taking them seriously with my ''temporarily permant smile''.

I let her call me 'snooder doodle' - and I still catch grief for it.

In the end, I'm glad I ended up with a girl who likes me for who I am, and doesn't want to change me.