I've got a funny habit of falling in love with people like you within minutes of knowing them.
And you're looking at me like you wish I knew what was on your mind. But there's no way I could know for sure and I'm not like other guys who will go out on a limb and call you out like "so what's your number?"
If you've got something on your mind, that is up to you to say.
Otherwise I would appreciate it if you just treated me like you did the last guy to come around and interrupt our conversation JUST because you're beautiful.
I'm not going to ask you for your number.
Just treat me like one and stop making me want to ask you.
So I won't have to spend all night trying to forget about you.
Her name was Radavan and I'm moving out of town next week... all I wanted was a beer last night.