Okay, I suck. I used to be pretty good at those old “spot the difference” games where there are two nearly identical pictures which you then find the differences . . . used to be is the operative expression here . . . who would a thunk that I would be so distracted by certain elements of the game that my brain would basically turn off . . . I just can’t seem to find the differences within the time allowed . . . try as I might to ignore the content of the photos and concentrate on just the elements . . . so, you try . . . Find Her Differences . . . I guess this really is true because my brain really does shut off when exposed to sexual cues, just as these folks discovered . . . go figure . . . damn you testosterone laden lengthy ring finger!