A Night Out With Her

It's the night out with Her.

He's stressed to impress,

Overdressed, hair's a mess, can't tell more is just less.

Don't know less is just more,

Will he be a bore? How will he soar? Best consult the lore.

The book says:
Not too cold,
Not too hot,
will impress her a lot.
Pick your spot,
Plot your plot,
Sell well and she's bought.

Puff up, look tough,
Be buff, feel rough.
Be proud but don't boast
or you'll end up like toast.

Go one more mile,
Plaster your smile,
Practice your guile,
Have cash in piles.

The book's said it all,
Now he doesn't feel small,
He'll walk tall, He'll vault walls,
He'll be on the ball.

Then the phone rings, it's a call.
He picks up, it is Her.

HeySTUitismeguesswhatI'mnotfree
letsmeetuptomorrownextweekmonthornever?

Yeah, That's cool. He says

That's great. See ya! She says.

He puts down the phone, turns on his com, and starts playing Left4Dead.