Why am I here anyway?
I've noticed that the best things are rarely on the frontshelf. When I go to a book store the book on display wouldn't be Jonathan Swift nor Shakespear. And how can it be that the best bars and restaurants always are located in alleys and side streets. When I can't find my keys there always seems to turn up in strange places.
I wonder if that applies with the opposite sex?
Perhaps I should be looking for you in the dark corners of the online dating world instead of some fancy nightclub.
