Have you seen him? Tall, not so dark, maybe handsome. Curly hair, shades like of the fiery sunset. Firm body, the kind you always see when you open magazines for fashion and lifestyle—that guy who holds a baggy or holds a club ready to swing on that golf ball. Ah yes, that guy who'll make you look twice in the street, late-night after your shift, going back home. The kind of feeling when you suddenly witness a falling start on this age of extinction. That guy on the metro with his guitar hugging his back, ragged with those perfect ripped jeans? That guy who wears a necktie on a Sunday afternoon, holding his jacket on his left hand, eyes shut, back on the corner of that 5 o'clock train, going home. Yes, that guy, you immediately check the ring finger if he has that 'thing.' Do you know him? Did he, at some point, steal seconds of your life? Did he ever haunt your dreams? Did he? Or did you? That's Ted. He's been wanted. Will you tell the cops where he is?

"Only a delusional man will fall inlove with someone who doesn't know how to shower nor brush her teeth." "Then why are you here?" " Simple, I'm just that mentally retarded guy who thinks you're pretty attractive even if you stink." I was taken aback, he's not serious, right? Those dark, sexy, mesmerizing eyes staring straight at me like I'm naked. That's when it hit me, I forgot to wear my undies!