I don't know you. I'm not sure I want to know you, and I'm actually taking a gamble that you'll probably never even see this. Hell, I'm only writing this so that you can never say I've never done anything for you. In the short time that we have known, or do not know, each other I have come to admire your forehead.
To many, your avatar is a simple face shot that has been cropped and rotated 90 degrees clockwise. However to me I see a woman of great intelligence restricted by the medium of communication that is a computer. Your beauty is illustrated in the few words you bless us with, and your soul is found upon that imaginary smile I picture you making.
If one day we should ever run into each other. I hope I wear my running shoes. That way I'll run faster and with my force (mass multiplied by acceleration) I'll have hopefully knocked you out cold. There is nothing that I would desire more than to observe your beautiful sleeping forehead uninterrupted. For I have somewhat of a sleeping beauty fetish, and I know you can appreciate my differences as I appreciate yours.