Maybe you're not as mysterious as I usually give you credit for. Most times, I imagine you sitting silently reading or going about your every day life without speaking a word to anyone. When you do speak, it's either so vague or so calculated that everyone has no idea or exactly what you're talking about, respectively. You're slight and unshowered. You're brilliant, but maybe a bit unlived. Perhaps that's part of your plan, too.

Other times, you're enthusiastic, the belle of the ball. You're well-dressed and clean-shaven. You're fit and trim. You're well-paid, but you make no mention of it. You've got an idea, but for the most part have no clue how attractive your restraint makes you. Your parents taught you well. They're so proud of you. Yet, no matter which of these you are, and though you'd never fancy yourself as such, at your center is a candy yolk. You're all thumbs, if not all hands, and apologetic. You excuse yourself on account of yours or someone else's night out. You're terribly obvious and that's okay.