*ahem*

So when I asked for your addy, you said rather bratty:
“What... you gonna write me a little love poem?”
But alas you didn’t know it, ‘cause I’m a banker turned poet.
I’ve got rhyme skills and not scared to show’em.

You two looked classy, but my GOD you were SASSY,
Nonetheless, we still stayed ambitious.
By no means a boast; we’ve met girls coast-to-coast,
And few…actually none, were as vicious.

Though admittedly you’re Young (in two ways), you two seemed fun.
Even in light of your initial condescension.
Your brassy replies, I cannot deny,
Did the job of catching our attention.

And then I set my goodwill aflame, when I called you the wrong name.
Right then, I had basically blown it.
Until I turned the tables on you - you didn’t know my name too!
Such a hypocrite and you totally know it!

It’s really two pities, that we crossed paths in two cities.
In New York and SF – err.. Burlingame.
And although you study film and TV, in a city far far from me,
That won’t stop me from hurling my game.

Okay, so you party.  But you’re also a smartie.
...a tad quirky and a bit non-conventional.
But I guess that's okay, because at the end of the day,
Most cute girls are, at best, 2-dimensional.

And I have to admit, you seem to have wit,
I’d say that you're actually quite clever.
I mean good looks are just great, but wit has more weight,
A good balance I find pretty much, never.

So will you be coming our way, all the way to Taipei?
It’s too bad you’ll be off in Shanghai.
But the offer still stands, so it’s all in your hands,
I’ll get a ticket for you to fly by.

Although your age is a sham (liar), interested I still am (just barely),
If we cross paths again, we should eat.
Sushi or steak, and even some cake,
It'd be fun, it’s a promise - but your treat.