DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH THE PEOPLE/PLACES/THINGS REFERENCED AND IS A WORK OF PURE FICTION.  THESE FICTIONAL PORTRAYALS ARE UNRELATED TO REAL CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE SOURCE FIGURES.   This is my story.  I will not tolerate infringment or plagiarism.  ~Read Yourself To Me~Kim Jongin is the name, makin ladies fall in love with me is the game, but its gotten so...  Boring.  Within a matter of minutes, I can look at a girl, figure out what type she is, and attract her.  It almost isnt a game anymore; its practically as easy as breathing-- you dont think about it, but you do it all the time.But sometimes I wonder...  Does love really exist? I dont know, but what I do know is that this one girl has puzzled me.  She didnt try to flirt with me at all. "Wait, I didnt catch your name..."  I peeked into the aisle that she had escaped to.  She was about to leave the aisle before she turned to respond."You catch fish, not names."A challenge?  Good.  Challenge accepted.