Down, But Not Quite Out

I'm speaking to one of my favourite male persons
on the telephone.
(who says telephone anymore?)

He is very very very down.
Hung up over some child who really doesn't know
how to appreciate a good man
when he comes around.

I want to slap her
heck, my whole family would probably
give her one tight slap each.
Biartch.

'I should be around you right now, you're so chirpy', he says

Chirpy, m'dear, is an understatement.But I don't tell him that.

'Have you heard Love Song For No One?' he asks?

I sing it.

He tells me that he met a girl last night
danced with her
but forgot to get her number
he tells me he judges too much.

I tell him we all do
'Relax a bit la, don't look so hard, it'll come'.

'But it's so hard, half the girls...they're..'

'Such posers?' I cut in

He laughs, 'Yeah. And the rest, they're just..'

I butt in again, 'Ho's?'.

(=. Kidding la. Kidding.

' So, was she hot?This girl you danced with?Chinese?'

'Yeah, chinesey.'

'What?Eh Chinese is okay, chinesey is not. Don't jatuh standard
just because you're desperate okay!'

' But I've sort of dated a chinesey girl before...'

'What?When?Where?How? and how could this have slipped by me?'

'Well Ja, you know you..'

'What's her name?where's she from?'

'Ja, if I tell you., don't laugh okay?'

'Okay, I promise.' I say solemnly

'Her name, was Beyond.'