*raises hand* I have, over here. I know its really silly and a bit odd, but I tend to think of my "intrests" as being what I call a "superhero's dilemma," not that I'm referring to myself as being a superhero or what have you. (I wish... do you have any idea what I could do as a tickler with Spider-Man's webbing? God, the possibilities... *ahem*) A-a-anyway, its kind of like I have this secret identity that everyone (the general public) sees on a daily basis, just a normal everyday guy. But all the while I'm doing that, on the inside, I'm thinking about that extremely hot blonde college girl's pedicured soles peeking out from those flimsy flip-flops in front of me in the check out line, just begging to be tickled... and she doesn't even have a clue what she's doing to me or what lies beneath the surface. Anything I can do about it? No. Does it bug the ever-lovin' shit out of me? Yes. I think I'm getting off track, tho. The point is, there's VERY few people who know "Soletickler21," my wife being one of them. I never told any of my past girlfriends out of fear that they'd flip out, break up with me, and tell everyone my "superpowers." So for about 20 of the 26 years I've been alive (age 6 being my first memory of being fond of tickling), I've hid it. Why? Because basically, people irrationally fear and reject different ideals and intrests, especailly the thought of someone being THAT MUCH into tickling. It's my gift because I love tickling, but my curse, as well, because I can't share it with anyone. Except you guys. You guys I love.