He was different. Not just any different, but toe curling and butterflies in stomach different. If there is anyone out there like him, I'll pay everyone 100 dollars; which is a lot of money to me. Five dollars is a lot of money to me. But this story isn't about me; it's about him. I was walking down the street one day in town. I saw him and it hit me. I didn't know who he was, but I wanted to. His night black hair fell gently across his forehead and his piercing blue eyes seemed to say, "I'm wise and I know everything". I was scared to approach him. Would he think I was weird? I stood on the street watching him walk by and debating my next move.