by Dirty Blonde
I hide from you when I'm right in front of you, but you aren't even looking for Me. You're looking for something else, beyond who I am, the old version of Me that you helped to destroy, but you'll never find her. Everything that I've done for you has come to nothing. You are stealing my youth. You have raped my thoughts. Just let me go.
Dirty Blonde, author of First Date, doesn't need you to know her true identity, but swears that she's a real writer and a real blonde.