[4] Siren
I swear, I've done everything that I can think of to get her to notice me. Short of grabbing her shoulders and screaming 'I've got the fuckin' hots for you!' in her face, I don't know what to do any more. I'm out of ideas.
I'm right here! Look over here!
I mean, I've tried everything. I've tried the subtle looks, the 'accidental' brush, the sway in my walk, the winks with my greetings to her, the scanty clothing, everything. She STILL won't even give me a second glance.
Give me one chance, one glance, is that too much to ask?
And I can't figure it out! What's there not to like about me? I have space by the sea, I can sing and play the harp, and I know the value of silence. How many guys out there do you think really know that, huh? I know none of the guys here know that virtue and the humans most definitely don't know the power behind it.
Just glance my way, please! Just one look….
It's the wings, isn't it? The wings on my head turn her off, don't they? And I bet that she doesn't like my feathers…maybe if I show some more cleavage she'll look at me, do more than just coolly sulk by herself.
I'm right here…please let your gaze linger…just for a moment…
At least she's that cold with everyone and not just me. She's just as disgusted with everyone here as I am. You would think that will all the testosterone flying around she'd gravitate towards me so she could take comfort in our womanhood. I could do so much more if she would talk to me, just opened up a little bit…
WHY won't she look at me?!