Keli, you just reminded me.

In my first year of university I stood up some guy one night because I had felt very uncomfortable about accepting the date but had allowed myself to be overpersuaded by a friend. Later a friend said I should write three poems about it, I Left Him In the Donut Shop, Walnut Kruller Crumbs, and some other one whose title I forget. I never did write them but maybe I should try now.

What the hell were you thinking of dating a Marine with a Camaro for god's sake?