_a poem for RPI_

The ratio as a number is very good, you see;
for attention, dating, and a free meal;
There are three of you to every one of me;
But it's the opposite ratio I'd rather steal.

I love my guy friends, I really do;
but don't push the friendship please;
Uncomplicated friendships, I have only a few;
And I really never want to lose these;

If a girl says 'hi,' say 'hello' back,
It's what normal people are supposed to do;
But don't confuse a conversation for reason to attack;
A smile doesn't mean she likes you;

Most of us here, we have enough creepers,
I can't fit my count on two hands,
And as time goes on, it only gets worse,
No matter how hard I try, the number only expands

We're not saying we deserve so much attention,
It's not that we're trying to be proud,
We just don't understand the abundant affection,
That happens whenever all these crazy guys are around.

Commenting on every Facebook status we create,
is not a good way to stay under the radar.
We know every one of them isn't that great.
And we don't care as much who you virtually are.

I'm sure you're probably a really sweet guy,
just let us get to know you as such.
But when you come on too strong we just say goodbye
Because excessive attention is just much too much

Give us a chance to just have you as a friend
Believe me, your patience is virtuous
Maybe we'll even like you in the end
But until then, please don't press.