After Awhile, The Lack Of Attention Started To Sting

The perfume she had on Wednesday 
Coupled with the new haircut
And the three-inch heels, red
Was enough to capture the attention
Of every man of conventional sexual orientation
And a few women who were not
They sat down in a corner booth
Ordered drinks
She asked the usual questions
He gave the usual answers
They both buried themselves in menus
She hadn't worn heels, or perfume
In probably 8 months
He wondered who she cut her hair for
She waited patiently for him to notice
That she had worn heels, and perfume
And had cut her hair the way he liked it

He was blind to the obvious
And that was what doomed the relationship