You don't know me... at all. You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know where I'm writing this from. You don't know what I look like. You have no power over me. What do you think I look like? Skinny> Freckles? Wire-rimmed glasses over blue eyes? No, I don't think so. Better look again. Deeper. It's like a kaleidoscope, isn't it? One minute I'm short, the next minute tall, one minute I'm geeky, one minute studly, my shape constantly changes. and the only thing that stays the same is my blue eyes... watching you.
[This is on the cover of my favorite book You Don't Know me. I do not own it... I just like it]

If you are going to ask me to read and comment on your stories, don't. If you do, I won't respond. I find that extremely rude. Kay, thanks, bye.