those Facebook chats were just too much,
there was no way I was going to meet up with you.
No way.
I strongly believe the best way to get a girl is by avoiding using all of those smiley and winky faces that just made me want to hurl.
Bad move.
Just don't do it, it's weird.
I'm sorry when we made eye contact I ran away.
Really fast.
Up the stairs.
And sat next to a strange lady so I didn't have to sit next to you.
I admit that may have been a tad immature.
But you scared me.
Then during the intermission when I kept my back to you,
and you tried to give me a little wave,
but I just kept turning away,
also a tad immature.
Let's look at it this way,
there's probably a girl somewhere at Point Park who likes to be bombarded by iconic faces made out of colons and semi colons and parentheses.
I hope the weird guy from Point Park enjoys this poem as much as I did. And---you attended an event with him? I did not know that!
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