Babushka -

Zine girl, we met at a zine fair, she asked me my age and I thought she liked me.
Zine girls, they're cute and they smart, why not I say, I say.

Coffee and Mix Cd's, we shared and we swapped.
An Ice cream on the grass, we laughed and we laughed.
Movie and snacks, a kiss on the bridge,
A pash more or like, I felt quite elated.

We met one more time for a picnic in the park.

"Is this a date?" I asked
"You think it is", she said.
I knew what was coming.
"I need time alone, blah blah blah blah, ex boyfriend and blah, single blah blah."
Right out of the textbook.

"Let's be friends!" she said, all chirpy and sweet.
"I don't need any friends, I have plenty as is!"

..and then she was mad.

But why should I care? The rejection was mutual.
I wanted to kiss her but my efforts were futile.

It took me three hours, but then I got over it.
Smoked J's with my crew to which she was never to meet.
Just as well because she wouldn't have fit.
I barked up the wrong tree just to kiss something sweet.

But to 'friends' I say never!

God didn't give me this thing for nothing.