MONOTONOUS STEREOTYPE"When I first saw you, I thought you were handsome. Then, of course, you spoke." Carol had said off-handedly.Matthew took offense to her callousness. She had done what most other women before her had mistakenly done. She envisioned him as aloof and shallow. Carol had been taken in by Matthew’s steel blue eyes. His smile could melt the polar ice cap with its inherent warmth. His longer blonde Fabio mane flowed with the slightest breeze across his muscular neck and shoulders. Matthew sensed that the inclination was true; that women were put off by men who looked “prettier” than they were.They were scared off by this “brainless” hunk.But little did they know! Matthew saw himself as ordinary; an every guy trying to get by. To look at Matthew, they couldn’t tell that he loved to view the sunset on a secluded beach. They did not see that he volunteered wherever he felt his help was needed, like the Tuesdays and Thursdays he would spend at the Children’s Burn Center performing magic. There was no way to be sure that he cared for his elderly and demented father who had been stricken by Alzheimer’s Disease and lingered in someone else's memories. Matthew was just seen as this muscle bound pretty boy, too good looking to be true. Or straight. A muscle bound pretty boy who scored perfectly on the Stanford-Binet Intelligence Scales putting his IQ in the 99.8 percentile of genius!But, Matthew would trade his status in Mensa for a woman who would take him seriously. Someone who would look past his deep blue eyes to see the bubbling font of loving emotion that he possessed within. All this time, Matthew was being misread. His cover told his tale. No page was turned to learn about him further. This “book” would remain on the shelf for a little while longer.