I am the man who you met at the party.
The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with.
I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )