Whatever the situation brings I will greet it with spontaneity, charm, mystique, and romance. Nothing too far over the top, but, sweetheart, I have every intention of sweeping you off your feet. Though it may be subtle, I will give the night my all and seek your heart. And once the night comes to a close, I will have you held in my arms, tightly and safely in the flowing warmth of the open door to my house, and you will whisper in my ear,
"You're such a douche."
From then on out, you'll probably slap me like every other girl and run into the night, leaving me cold and broken upon the cement grave of my sidewalk. I'll deal. It's not the first time somebody's slapped me.
Or called me a douche.