( Forcing each syllable out like an involuntary spasm -not cute. I say this with my hands out and opened in front of me as if offering some kind of gift.)
"Aww. Come on man...(inserted an awkward smile) Please. Don't look so surprised!"
This isn't the first time something has eluded you! ( as I look at him I can’t stop this ridiculous sing song childish melody spinning round in my head "Little itty, bitty, blue eyed blonde haired stick boy!" -perhaps it’s some kind of my own devise at an attempt to humor myself within this awkward conversation...
"Alright" (thinking: Goodbye Little Blonde Stick Boy.)
Meanwhile... There are hand-shakes and cordial smiles.
Him: "Keep in touch." Me: "Yeah, will do!"
I light a very well deserved cigarette and we a share simultaneous "Later!" with a contrived friendliness that any passer-bye could recognize its falsity.
Then finally, finally we part.
Only the best for my pussy.