"Hey, it's a pleasure to meet you my name's David, friends call me Dingo"
Was returned with, "How much do you make?" and no matter the answer, it was always too low
And that's not the only thing that happened when I made a pass
Sometimes I'd like someone, and the timing was off, just one moment too slow or fast

I now have more female friends than I know what to do with
Women don't want to be friends first, that's just a myth
That they suck you in with before you're ultimately stuck
Being "just a friend", and you are definitely screwed over, but never "fucked"

Then again, fucking's not what I ever intended to do
I just want someone that I love to wake up next to
Making love is a beautiful thing, but it's not what I miss most
I miss all the little things, midnight kisses and just being held close

And though being celibate this long has fucked with my head ultimately
I never sold myself short, and never will, even if it takes another two years of being lonely.

David "Dingo" Bleecher