This is a personal webpage, so I guess I had better talk  about me.
	I am a very introverted person. That means that sometimes I  will stare you in the face and not see past my eye lashes. I spend a  disproportionate amount of time thinking and evaluating myself and the world  around me. One of my favorite things is to be present. I don't have to do  anything, and I usually decline doing this. I just want to watch and absorb as  much as I can. Some of my dates may find me boring because the first date is the  'can I read your mind' date. I call it that because it seems like I'm trying  your mind all night. I just sit quietly and listen to you. I would imagine some  people would enjoy a date that they can just talk to. I can't do chit chat  however, so I just listen. After the second date I usually can read your mind. I  find people to be very simple and predictable in some aspects and completely  chaotic in others. As such, I learn what aspects you repeat and make predictions  accordingly. For example, I was on a date with an individual who would drink  their coffee and slowly turn their cup until I was finished and offer to buy the  next round. I could then predict that that person didn't like makingdecisions and  like to react instead to what I would suggest. I also predicted that the person  would flatter me unnecessarily and be very defensive should I comment. I was  correct in all aspects. We didn't make it to the second date. I hate unnecessary  flattery. He was nice otherwise.
	I ride the subway very often. I like it. Many other people  ride the subway as well. Sometimes that is a drawback. The other day I saw a  very good looking young man. He seemed like a mix of  Matt Daemon and a goatee. I watched him enter the train, he looked at me, smiled and sat across from me. I  didn't stop looking at him. He pulled out a Fab  magazine and started reading. Every so often, he would look up at me and smile.  What kind message should I take from that? He's taunting me of course. He knows  I'm too self-conscious to ask him out and so is giving me the overt flirt. Bastard. I blew him a kiss as I left the train and he caught  it. If he wasn't such a jerk we'd be married. Its legal  now. Maybe it was my fault. I should have made the first move. Maybe I think too  much.