There’s the one who poses with their top off

Muscles flexed, phone held high

And then there’s one who sends one message

And disappears without another word.

It feels like fishing when you organise a date

A bite on the end of the line, that fizzles out

Another one that’s seen a girl that’s prettier

Or a girl who earns more money, or likes to party.

I’m told it’s a numbers game, which seems

A little bit ruthless, if you ask me,

All in the name of love

The most brutal game

I. Have. Ever. Played.

Ever.