Me?

A mans ego is a fragile thing
His self-respect thus hangs from a string.
Then comes a woman strolling along
And his self-control is all but gone

Should he smile? Or Say hi? Or Ask for a date
By the time he decides, it’s way too late.

One must be BOLD!
He is told
To conquer her heart.
But he has no clue as how to start.

So all of his days he will spend waiting
Instead of going out and actually dating
And he hides who he is from his feet to his nose
Trying to express himself by writing prose.