Somehow the way you look at me always makes me feel dirty. It doesn't just make me want to have a hot shower, it makes me want to climb out of my skin and throw it in the laundry bin with my dirty undies. You look at me with your eyes that are timed perfectly with the rest of your facial features. Every one of your looks seems disgustingly rehearsed. And I feel worse off knowing that to you, I am just another set of limbs upon which you stare.