Isn't it funny this whole dating thing? We all stare at this screen trying to find some words and pictures that will give us clues as to where our future loved ones are. whether they are temporary or permanent. We all just want to spill our guts out to someone and show them all of ourselves. Every imperfection, every wrinkle, all the curves and dirt. But when someone does it to us we run.We run from the hills like they were wild fires in Southern California.Burning our essence. Robbing us of our own fire. We are so selfish, all of us. But not me, not anymore I won't run anymore. Next time some nice lady bares it all for me, breasts and soul, loins and womb. I'm going stop and watch. At least for awhile. I'm going to admire all of her even if she ain't for me , even if she's just temporary, I promise to remember her forever. Because even Temps need a steady paycheck.