Remember that old house in the historic district of your town / So old that whatever was once Tom Sawyer white / Painted picket is brown and most of the windows were / Boarded up so tight from the inside out.
Looking back on things, I should have seen the signs. We never went on an actual date, he never met my any of my friends, and I'm pretty sure that all of my guy friends said that there had to be another woman.
Forcing someone to see you more often is impossible. You can't control what he does any more than Frieda Kahlo could control her eyebrow tweezers.