and the umpire called, "STRIKE ONE!!!"

tried to kiss a girl today,
but she reared her head and turned away.
with ego bruised and hormones lipid,
i heaved a sigh and breathed "god dammit!"
and i was sure i got it right
it was breezy, it was cozy, and it was night!
"just a peck" i recall i thought,
"a tiny nick... yes, thats what i ought
to try and get,
no wait, a kiss is shared not got."
so i confused myself, my mind was a blur,
my lips were puckered, but alas, not hers!
i leaned over just ever so slightly,
misjudged the distance and, i recall quite vividly,
almost fell over in my vain attempt,
to make like Lois and Clark Kent.
oh the misery.
'twas the end, quite literally,
of my date with destiny.
can you not help but laugh at me?
a grown man such as i,
failing to lock eyes,
with whom i thought that i would share,
an act of love, a child's double dare.
what does it mean to be rejected thus?
the answer, i trust,
will alude me for a little while yet,
in any case enough to let
me write a couple words of disbelief,
of misinterpretation, of melancholy grief.
tried to kiss a girl today,
but she reared her head and turned away.