Are you a magician? Because every time I look at you, everything else disappears.
Are you a GPS? Because you’re making me take a long, detouring route around you.
Is your dad a boxer? Because I have a feeling he’d knock me out if he knew I was talking to you.
Do you have a name, or can I call you mine until you run away?
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again and give you another chance to reject me?
Is your name Google? Because you’ve left me with no search results and a lot of unanswered questions.
Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in the sea of your disinterest.
If you were a book, you’d be the ‘Dictionary of Rejection’ because I can’t seem to get past the introduction.
Do you believe in karma? Because I have a feeling I must have done something terrible in a past life to be rejected like this.
Are you a haunted house? Because every time I get close, I’m met with screams and running away.
Do you have a Band-Aid? I just scraped my knee falling for someone way out of my league.
Is your dad a baker? Because you’re a piece of cake, and I have a feeling he wouldn’t let me have any.
Do you have a name, or can I call you ‘Clueless’?
Are you a hurricane? Because you’re blowing me away with your indifference.
Is your name ‘Wal-Mart’? Because I have a feeling I’ll find a ‘Lower Price’ somewhere else.
Are you a puzzle? Because I’m missing all the pieces to win your heart.
Could you show me the direction to love at first sight?
If you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute cumber,’ but let’s be real, you’re more of a ‘reject-turnip.’
If you were a book, you’d be titled Looking Ravishing in red.
I’m not able to write the first page of our future love story. Could you help me write it?
Do you have a name, or can I call you ‘Miss Take’?
Are you a bank loan? Because you have my interest, and I have no idea how to repay you.
If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine apple, but I’m more of a banana – a-peeling but slip up a lot.
Are you a time traveler? Because I can’t believe someone like you exists in this century.
Do you have a name, or can I call you ‘Beautiful Stranger’ to make this moment more exciting?