Nervous and anxious to go into the dance. Limbering up and hoping. Fed on affirmations and encouraging results, I slide forward onto the floor to perform for ranking status.

Longing and lusting for... the relevance. To BE most relevant.

A significant other of the most rampant polygamist- Google.

Hoping to leap, gleefully squeeling
"I'm relevant! I'm relevant!"
As if I were Rudolf, the deformed-yet-superfunctional deer, after his first kiss.

A dashing figure of the
Algorithmic Tango.

A search engine romantic,
a high-ranking Casanova,
someone the bots adore.

With skillful manuevering, I aim to acquire the lover that will introduce me to all the right people.

My dear Mr. Right.

My Google.

THAT'S SEO.

(I'm kind of excited right now. I just put a client into the number 2 ranking.)