I couldn't help but notice you were short a male for your host club. I was hoping I might be able to fill that void.
After all, if there aren't enough good men to go around, all those poor girls will get bored with our lack of variety.
And since our mission is to help them no matter what, I propose myself to add that variety.
One doesn't simply visit an ice cream parlor and spend twenty minutes perusing the flavors for the purpose of choosing the same one every time... So allow me to add some...flavor. 
You'll have to excuse the elipses, as my flair for the dramatic greatly requires them. There is no better way to let someone know you are pausing to stare into their eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul but I instead propose that you are what you see behind your eyes. A mirror is more than a vain reflection of what you want to mold yourself into, but have you ever looked into the eyes of your mirror and wondered if the light reflected in them is your soul staring at itself, and the eyes are simply between them?
Well when I look into your eyes I promise that our eyes will be the only thing between us in much the same way. I will look into your heart and grasp your soul by the hand, show you where I pluck the heartstrings, and where I store your tears. I will leap from your soul into mine and bare it for you that you may understand why I navigate yours so easily. Indeed the soul is only but a place behind a window that I must shatter, as I will shatter the veils before your eyes and return you from your disillusionment into a state of pure enlightenment. A state of being loved in more than just a way that your body reacts to the soul, but instead by interacting with the soul itself. So stare into my eyes...

There. Now you have traveled with me. It's up to you where our journey goes from there...