I know it's difficult to accept, but once you admit that you have cooties, you can then begin to learn coping techniques and, perhaps, even find a cure.

My name is Rati and I have cooties! There, I said it!

I don't know where it came from or how i got it, but I suspect I was actually born with it. Perhaps my mother was exposed while pregnant with me. Who knows? I seem to be the only one in my family with the cooties, though.

I give good phone, I give good IM--people see me online and somehow fall virtually in love. Then, we meet in person. I am the same person--men have even told me that I'm better looking than my picture, although, to me, the picture looks better. And yet, there's something… What can it be? Well, now I know: it's must be my cooties.

Hmmm, wonder if I can form a local Cooties Anonymous here? Surely there are many others with this affliction living right in this city.