You have happened to me three times in different skins and I would like to know why.
Tall, odd, usually a good listener, you make your own interesting niche in the world. Trying to describe one of you, I find it hard to remember whether you were the redhead, or the scientist, or the moaner.
You wanted me to go to bed with you, and I was too tired to explain why I wouldn't.
You never really knew me, and I will continue to say, for the sake of frequent argument, that that was mostly your fault.