Example of Real, Legit Marketing by admin | Feb 8, 2018 | "Ads" | 2 comments As further proof of my real and marketingness, I submit to the public this evidence: Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Anonymous Lady Buyer on February 8, 2018 at 4:50 am I thought this was a scam, but I clicked and it was real! I bought so many things. All of them were the best! Thanks, marketer! Reply admin on February 9, 2018 at 1:57 am Thank you for your kind words, ALB! I, too, have clicked things and they were real. I feel like you and I have a lot in common and I can tell you things. When I was very young, I used to like fruit a lot. In fact, I ate many fruits and it seemed like I was going to grow up to be an exceptionally strong and punctual young marketer. Things were going good for me, then. I had a family, a successful gig as a stay-at-home-child, and plenty of food to triumphantly refuse but only if adults really wanted me to eat it. It was the life. I didn’t know then the things that lie ahead of me on this winding road of struggles and insecurities. Things started to change when I was eating grapes. I like to look my food in the eye when I eat it, because I feel like it’s only fair. If I didn’t, I might have missed the little baby grape still delicately attached to the vine. I immediately felt for this grape. It had just started life and was probably full of scruples and optimism. It reminded me of myself. I put it next to the other grapes in the bowl and realized that its mother and father could be in that very bowl with it. Or maybe I ate them already. But I like to think it was with its family for a little while. After several minutes of reading bed time stories to my new baby grape, I decided I wanted to show the baby grape to my mother. She was reading the newspaper (newspapers were like the Internet, but printed on uncomfortable paper). I told her all about my grape and the life we had shared together that afternoon. She smiled and nodded. She said, “mmhm.” I felt like she wasn’t getting a very proper look at the baby grape. I pushed it up to her face, between her and the paper, so she could see it better, and appreciate the wonder that stood before her. She ate my baby grape. It’s been a rough life ever since, Anonymous Lady Buyer. I’m glad you wrote in. It’s moments like these that make the world feel like a less lonely place. Reply Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.