I'm not about to tell you I don't know what I'm doing here, because I do. While most people will be embarrassed that they would like to meet some nice people they can hopefully build a relationship with over the internet, I could care less. I'm here to hopefully find my sewing pin in a haystack. Have you ever gone into a bookstore for a random browse to find something of interest and once you left with your selection thought of how funny it was that such an interesting, mind bending story was on some random shelf, maybe misplaced, but definitely not where you would have expected it? I'm beginning to think the same applies for finding your special someone. You continually browse the best-seller shelf and the fancy display with all the lights and pretty pictures but in the end, the books you get from those areas are a short weekend story while the novel of your life always lies in the deepest corner, on the dustiest shelf, in the dimmest lit area of the room. Will you be my life story?

Lew