Blind Visionary
You process this organized chaos of profiles, feeling that you are going nowhere in this search for a REAL Internet guy, as you gracefully stumble upon mine. You feel the clarity in my confusing logic it is uncomfortably soothing: "A lucid idiot, who's paradigm is a paradox a winner among losers?" you silently ask, dreaming of a relationship with this guy you'll never meet, to hold this hand but never touch, kiss lips you never taste. So, you reach out and touch me, wondering, 'will he feel it?'
I can't answer this question. Inherent in the qualities which endear people is an inability to explain why. Why do you prefer a blue shirt to yellow? Does yellow taste better than blue feels? Categorize love? Like a fast food order? quiet, tall, well endowed, white chick if you can, it’s not love. Just wait, you'll see. One day this obnoxious, tightbodied, hot little Asian willhypnotize you with a mere passing glance. Categorize that, and get back to me.