I gave flowers to Amy Who's Playing Hard to Get and Left My Notebook on Desk Stairway to Heaven - Jason Bonham's Led Zeppelin Experience Montreal 2010

This morning, I gave flowers to Amy, who is getting to be a quick decision, this morning.
She's playing hard to get, but she thanked me. "They're pretty."

I saw her before the poetry reading Saturday and asked her if she would would go to pizza.

If she keeps playing hard to get I'll have to change the menu from pizza to something else.

I've been writing poetry about it, but left my notebook on my desk. She politely declined. I gave her a pack of tic-tacs that I had in my leather, and we both stayed and ate there, seeing each other in the line at the buffet. I began a "have we met somewhere" thing, so that I could keep asking her out. I had hoped to formally ask her to go steady. So I went to the poetry reading and she apparently went home. It was my seventh reading in a row. Thank you Miss Kirkland of the Banacec television series. I stayed in Cambridge, rather than going to Boston, but I was glad to see her.
The poem I didn't want to write, "How badly did I want to see the kid in the back of the ambulence- now I want to see the kid from the concert:it's like South Bound Suarez, in a way splice to Carasalorambra."

I also handed Amy a copy of the new poem Saturday.

Ps.[Look, what she doesn't know about me, what she doesn't know about (seperated) men and what I'm like now, and what I can do at present. And she's younger, but not unusually younger. (If something happens before her and I becoming a formal item?) I don't want to or do want to get into how much I like her body, who's body it reminds me of, how she's one type of younger sex symbol, not the other.]

Love,
Scott