No attention

No leads
Perhaps just a glance
One year without a thought
of maybe I’ll give him a chance
This led to a theory:
I can’t be seen.
For surely I’m pretty,
Lovely,
Captivating.
Or maybe I’m scared,
and push men away
Pheromones wreaking:
Caution,
You’re not welcome here!
What to say for my lack of interest in
Them?
A growing heart,
new taste buds,
For a better kind of him.