When I meet a new man,
the more handsome he is
the less attractive I feel;
the more intelligent he is
the stupider I sound;
the smoother he is
the more awkward I seem.
In other words,
when I meet a man
I really like
I become this blubbering idiot
and he will have nothing to do with me.
When I meet a man
I’m not interested in,
I am beautiful, brilliant,
witty and fun,
so he falls in love
with me,
but I will have nothing to do
with him.
The trick is to be dull
with the men I don’t like
and sparkling with the ones I do,
but for some reason,
it’s always the other way around.