A note on young bisexuals by Gustavsson She asks me: "Why won't you take me out? I'm fun and I'm your type! We're so compatible together, don't you think?" I turn away and search inside myself for an answer that I don't have to delve too deep to find. Why won't I spend time chasing after a girl much younger than myself who can't make up her mind between sexes? Why shouldn't I romance a girl who is most likely going to, sooner or later, start looking at me like a best friend rather than a lover? How could I deny a girl solely on the unspoken promise that no matter how perfect I fail at being, she'll eventually get bored and want the one thing I can't offer? My eyes look past her seemingly translucent existence as if to wander to a far off promised land where women actually know what they want, and my tongue allows the words to drip slowly: "I just don't like reruns." Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 11-Apr-2011