Unfortunate

So, there I was
Fagging it on
My chosen bench
When who should I
See but one sent long
To the mists -
Trying to make tiny talk.

Couldn't he tell, by
The shorts under
My dress, I was
Not in a place
To shoot
The proverbial?

Plus, I had scrawled
All over the banana
I pretended to eat.
Signs enough all. He
Talked grades and SATS.
It was unfortunate.