by Scott Thouard
I sit looking at dating profiles. I saw yours; I stare at the keyboard - each of its letters a shiny promise. I wonder which one is the capped pipeline to your heart. Will my finger clack against that solitary starting letter which is the catalyst of you and me? I consider each keystroke looking for an inviting aura. Using the mouse, I click the back button with the conviction that relationships are fleeting.
Scott Thouard is a six addict. He is seeking help for his compulsion.