Romance Rambling
The conversation
takes an crushy turn - so my
brain starts making quips.
My experience is
that my amorous impulses
are unreliable.
With my friends, my flawed,
carnivalesque attempts
at romance are legend.
Unless I'm starved
for embarrassment's grief
which I seldom am.
I will dodge, slither,
obfuscate and stall attempts
at intimacy.
What if I’m the
Kind of girl that guys can’t
just fall in love with?
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