Now you may wonder what in the world I'm doin' on a site such as this, milling about in this great blue expanse. And I likewise take it you're wondering what business your own self gots to accomplish here, too, what with all the lurkers and maimers. So let's establish this: that I may fancy you and you may fancy me, but that doesn't mean we should throw up our hands and get all gluey-eyed on one another, launching haphazardly into lustful persuasions and sloppy salubrations. Let's take our time to really feel it out, to feeeeel for each other, to know what the goddamned hell we're doing for, and THEN (and only then) proceed with the star-crossed tomfoolery and happy hobnobbery. The knowing glances and robust remarks.
What I mean is it's a crazy world, you can agree, and the more you think about it it only gets crazier. I've had my share of letdowns, and my share of regrets, my small triumphs and moments of unbridled elation, and through it all, the only constant was my failure to predict what the future might next elect to reveal. To keep a fella guessing—it's no tiny order. But I choose to believe that all this doubt is just a curtain keeping us from a layer of reciprocation so fragile, so reactive, that to see it is to launch a crater at the simple yet ineluctable calculation that ties it all together. That to expose our own justification means often to adjust it. That