Franco Period 1 2013

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Prior to his first encounter, he begins discussing the words he intends to use in a mirror, rehearsing to accomplish his task without mistake or embarrassment.

The mustached Narcissus flirts with his God-given dimpled friend in the mirror....then he goes for the kiss.

practicing with his reflection in the mirror, James Franco passionately works his charming moves to seduce his love into a kiss, sweeter than honey.

James, a man known for his reputation of narcissism, slyly begins to chat with his reflection in a mirror. reluctant for some affection. He moves in for a kiss and then another.

This man is preparing what he is going to say during a date. He has a squirrel infested mustache. It turns into narcissism when he starts to make out with his reflection.

In preparation for a first date, the flawless man straightened up his appearance and practiced his romancing in a spotless mirror, reflecting his overpowering image. His belief in his own charm was good enough for any lady he was taking out; therefore the performance to himself was only a chance for him to see himself in action.

Snuggling up to the mirror, practicing his form, displaying his sugary charm.Hopelessly falling into lust with the man behind the mirror, ending with a coffee stained kiss.

Adjacent to a mirror, the lonely fish-man can seem to find only one soul mate: himself. His mint laced breath is the only thing that can bring him back to reality; however, this time, he will not leave the mirror. He has had it with heart break.

Confidence clad, a young man lays on the charm thickly, easing into his lady-killer persona, sealing the deal and capturing the attention of the person that matters the most-- himself.

He grins at himself, thinking that he is the only person in the world. His warm, coffee breath fogs the mirror as he leans in for a kiss.

"Confidence is key....Confidence is key," are the words he tells himself as he stares at his own reflection. The idea of being with this beautiful girl with her sun kissed skin makes him overjoyed.

Nervous the decent looking young man with the awkardly classy mustache tries to practice some sweet talk before his date in the attempt of not looking stupid, however, all fails when he decides to kiss his reflection on the mirror not once but twice.

As his flirtatious behavior caresses his reflection with his overwhelming charm, he attempts to make even himself drool over his breathtaking allurement, by tasting his minty fresh lips so soft against his fictional dream girl.

As the very handsome young man was staring at his irresistible reflection on the mirror with the same look a young girl would give him if she saw him in the streets of New York,he leans in towards a mirror to kiss it as if it was a beautiful woman with the face of an angel and the goddess. After he pecks at the mirror, he causally says "you want more?" with a flirty smirk on his face, and once again he leans in and passionately kisses his own reflection.

Even if the man had come to break up with his reflection of 30 years, he had realized that it was an impossible task the moment he gazed into those dark, mysterious eyes. He smiled provocatively, beckoning the glorious reflection before him to draw closer. "Were you struck by lightning? Because you're smoking hot," he murmured, before leaning in to seal their relationship once again.

Leaning in for a soft kiss, then followed by a warm breath leading to the surprise of a tongue.

The man, reading line from line what he would say to his date, practiced what he would in front of the mirror. His smooth talking lingo and body language would have to be just right if he wanted this kiss. His mind reeled over what his first words to her would be: "I lost my number... Can I have yours?"

James, a very attractive man, keep looking at himself in the mirror trying to imitate his sweet talk to the young lady that he will dine that evening. In a sense, the way he keep looking at himself and the way he kissed the mirror made him seen cocky.

This young flawless man gawking at himself in the mirror, practing how he his going to make his dream girl fall into his arms. He wears his leather jacket to give off this bad boy vibe but in reality he is nothing but a gentle guy. His breathe on the glass left the minty smell of his toothpaste he just used 2 minutes ago. His soft cherry tasting lips glistens in he mirrors glares, as he comes in for that seductive kiss.

Armani cologne filled the room, a sense of class and desire to look good;feel good. He stood in front of his bedroom mirror,practicing his sweet talk for later that evening, it's not that he was nervous, he was just wanting to perfect his technique for reeling her in, he's done it plenty of times. He bashfully cocked his eyebrow, his flirtatious crooked smile, he was sure would be the winner. He playfully went in for the kiss, his conceited persona thinking she would want more, they all did, So he decided to go french style, why not, might as well let her feel loved.

Dashing and prideful, the womanizer practices the words he will use to woo his date- flowing from his whiskered lips like a fine champagne, but unintentionally fell in love with himself instead... But who can blame him?

Oh yes, my body --narcissism. The touch of the mustache, the allure of my leather jacket. Did it hurt when I fell from heaven? Yes it did; however, my areté was too cogent. I am a simulacrum for Bowflex, or rather my body...

Despite his ignorance, the handsome, clean-shaven man beckoned for more. He gingerly plants a kiss upon his own lips, as soft as the emerald grass below. Breathing ever-so-gently, his breath tasted of honey-kissed violets. Greedily, he talks to himself, drawing ever nearer. Blue-eyes pierce through the mirror and back at himself as every inch closer is hotter and hotter. Soon, an inferno erupts as one last kiss explodes onto the glass mirror. The soft touch of tongue creates clouds of smoke into his own mouth. The bristles of a well-shaped chevron mustache brush the mirror as he backs away.

The man, a young bachelor with a chevron mustache, lacing his words with sweet talk, quirked the corner of his mouth in a devilishly sly smile that would make any woman swoon. Intensifying the mood as he leaned his beautifully toned arm up to the mirror and kissing the glass...leaving a sweet condensation on the delighfully smooth surface.

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