Do you remember/
this place? The smile it put on/
your face? It still can.

Why should I grovel?/
She’s said the same thing ever/
since she first met me.

She doesn’t want to/
date, nor have relationships,/
but she still goes out.

The Maitre’D smiled/
and suggested she should check/
the posted specials.

I want you to hurry back.
I want you to miss me.
I want you to decide.
I want you to kiss me.
I want you to do stuff with me.
I want you to just be.
I want you to keep calling me.
I want you to keep enthralling me.
I want you to keep texting me.
I want you to stop vexing me.
I want to you stop worrying.
I want you to keep blog stalking.
I want you.
I want you, too.

Maybe as a lone/
stick-in-the-mud, boring is/
what she’s looking for.

I don’t woo dishonestly.
I’ll come after you
if I like what I see
and feel
and touch.

And if I don’t like it…
then, yeah,
not so much.

I’ve left many women boo-hooing
because if I can’t give them honest wooing
they get nothing.

Some may fight
against the intensity.
That’s alright;
that is just me.

That’s my propensity —
that, and wooing honestly.

The funny red-haired/
landing strip haiku really/
was about blonde you.

In fantasy land,/
her biggest fantasy is/
that she can’t like me.