You blinked at least twice at the way I behaved.
You held doors for me; I didn't smile and wave,
A surprise to one so beautiful, as any mirror will show it,
and I thought you ought to know I didn't spurn you 'cause you know it.
It was irrelevant, though true, that you aren't really my type.
I just lacked for energy. 'Twas too early in the night.
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