Who am I looking for?
She's full of life. Someone who will meet my group of friends and immediately ignore me the rest of the night because she's launched into a rousing conversation with the group. She'll sing a song at karaoke and force me to tag along even though I have no singing ability and with every word I sing she'll cringe but she'll also smile. One friday night she'll move with the best of them on the dance floor but another friday night we'll do nothing but watch movies.
She can beat me at Mario Kart and Guitar Hero. She'll go to the park and play catch with my dog.
Does she actually exist? Who knows. But why not look.
Who am I?
Well I have no idea what to write here, so I've enlisted the help of famed novelist Stephen King to help out. Thanks Stephen!
"Right. Hi. Rick here is..."
My name is Jeff.
"Sorry. Jeff is...well, he's male. And he has brown hair. And..."
Enough of that. You're an amazing author, make me sound exciting!
"Jeff was born with the fiery mists of dawn swirling around his body. Before he could walk, Jeff mastered thirteen different languages, his tongue a tool that knew no boundaries. At twelve, Jeff entered the Olympics and took Silver in archery."
Silver?
"Jeff took Gold in archery. At eighteen, he had made love to every woman west of the Mississippi River, even though he lived in Chicago most of his life. Jeff is now twenty three and, having saved thirty men of dysentery on his way to LA, is looking to further his astounding life."
Perfect.
"That'll be four grand."
