Women tend to assume men are sex-crazed animals who rarely think about love or the future. But I feel just like a woman does. I grow attached to nothing just like a woman does. I simply sopress this feeling. I try to understand that a woman has a life before me and therefore has the choice to exclude me from being apart of it. But occasionally someone captures my attention and my logic and experience disappears. I don't crush often but when I crush I crush hard. You don't know who I am and therefore may never know that this poem was about how you impacted my life. But for a small period of time, you did in fact touch my life.

I see you everyday at the same time. You have become a part of my schedule. I have seen you change hairstyles, debut new shoes, experiment with different makeup. You have been the topic of conversations with my friends. I don’t stalk you and my life is very active but still I think about you.
You don’t even know my name.

I saw your friend Kayla and Ashley everyday as they waited for your arrival. They were a sign that good was to come. In the brief passing moments of you talking and walking past me I have learned key information about you. You like dark guys. I can tan. You hate dumb dudes. I’ve been wanting to read more anyways. But You have a boyfriend. I can’t trip. I’ll do me as I wait for you.
Besides,
You don’t even know my name.

Your loyalty to your boyfriend has caused you to lose touch with Kayla and Ashley or at least that’s what I assumed has happened. But he’s never around you so I assume y’all have parted ways as well. You walk alone to class now. I say hi to 12 women and dap up 37 of my friends but I can’t find the courage to say a word to you. I just need a smile. Eye contact might increase my confidence. All I know is at this point I am infatuated with the idea of us. Your not too short so  our sons will be posed for athletic greatness. Your pretty enough to admire but not too pretty that it makes me feel inadequate. Your involved in clubs and so am I. We would be cute together. Our pictures would get so many likes. All I gotta do is introduce myself. I’ll do it tomorrow.

Today is the day I enter your life. I got a haircut and my outfit is perfect. I see girls glance at me as I walk by. My confidence is peaking. I see you walking by alone and I mentally prepare my statement. My heart is pounding but my walk is cool. I am walking in your direction and for the first time ever we make eye contact. I imagine our first date, our first kiss, our future. I’m within striking distance.
“Hey what is your name?”
“Alexis”
“Hey Alexis. I’ve seen you around campus and I think your pretty. I wanted to know if I could text you and hang out”
“Oh Thankyou but I’m sorry I don’t give my number to strangers”

My heart drops. I didn’t plan for rejection. I say “ok I understand. Have a good day.” But I don’t understand. How could I ever become a non stranger if she won’t allow me to text or spend time with her? Then it hits me. Maybe I’m not everybody’s cup of tea. Maybe she was politely saying no forever. Maybe our future was only my imagination.   I still wish I had a chance to show you what I brought to the table. I’m funny. I’m smart. I’m not the worst looking fella. I’m going to be successful and you’ll regret the day you rejected Co-wait!
I forgot to tell you my name.