He acted with a desperate 

            Girlishness

            That made me want to 

            Slap his face

            Not that I’ve got anything against girls

            (Trust me, I don’t)

            It was just unseemly

            For a curling eyelash

            To have such effect

            Upon a guy so self-assured

            I mean

            She wasn’t even pretty

            Or intelligent enough to act dumb

            (Unless misquoting Musil was her way)

            I shot straight from the hip

            And let him have it

            While she was at the loo

            It did the trick

            That she had other qualities

            Would only come to light 

            As time traipsed on and cookies crumbled and

            I let her teach me that

            Mascara really lent a certain depth

            To those who mastered the technique