Picking Up Women

(This is a fictional poem) I regretted trying to pick up a woman who was drinking coffee. I used a line on her and she threw it at me. It went in my face and on my shirt. It was scalding hot and it really did hurt. I made certain that the next lady I tried to pick up didn't have any coffee to throw in my face. She didn't have coffee but she did have mace. The next lady I tried to pick up turned out to be married. I couldn't walk after her husband broke my legs so I had to be carried. Trying to pick up women is something that I've come to regret. Now I talk to women online because they can't throw coffee on the internet.