Yes, this is how one person found this site. And so, I shall write him/her a poem.
There are cold showers,
and walks in the rain. There’s that guy
you call who knows just
what to do, and baseball. At least
you can finally organize
your closet. When it’s love,
you can cry and talk
with friends about it, but they tire
early of lust, and no matter how
intense, it rarely makes one cry.