Here's to being observed from afar. Here's to clutching to the desperate hope that someone, somewhere is inquiring about my life. Someone who has escaped my inventory may be pondering my whereabouts at this very moment. This unnamed individual shall be rewarded as I make available details of my adult life to public examination. Curiosity about my body type (slender? some extra baggage? more to love?), religious subscription, and personal credo shall at long last be satiated. The four-fingered man working the checkout line at the Kroger near my house and the kid I copied from in Driver's Ed are free to scour over my intricacy before moving on to someone better looking or with more friends.
Gemini 
