[ WP ] A person who has used his ability to read minds to glide through life , finds the one person whose mind he ca n't read .

I've had what you could call an easy life. Well with my special ability and all, people are my puppets. I know what they are thinking what they're about to do and how they are going to do. I can manipulate this in every which way. Getting everything you want can become *draining* you might say but, for me it is pure bliss. Well at least it was easy until i met **Her**. 
 
 She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen pure black hair, the face of a model, and the assets of a porn star. Now, because of my ability I've had enough sex to make King Solomon jealous, this time I considered special. I wanted to take her out and love her and you know what i did or, tried. I approached her and was about to start the conversation when I realized the impossible I could n't `` read'' her. I was Bambi after his mom's death, she was a wild card and I was a reluctant gambler. I quickly tried to save myself from failure, it went about as well as invading Russia in winter. 
 
 In my defeat I played the shy silent type and scooted away red in the face, perplexed and **terrified**. How could this have happened were my first thoughts, I thought I had lost my ability. Quickly reading a passerby proved me wrong so at least I had that. 
 
 Home was the only place I could go after this to regain my composure. I shakily opened my front door and ran to my bedroom. Lying down thousands of thoughts crossed my head, the intense thinking and increasing anxiety quickly toke it's toll on my stamina and fatigue thoroughly set in. Sleep, that was it, I could clear my head and hopefully feel better. As I lay there sleep slowly reaching across my brain a voice rang out in my head. 
 
 `` Nice Try''
