This is the look that females don when I try my best to be suave and ask them for a way to contact them outside of the event that we are both participating in (be it a night out on the Town, shopping, abuptly stopping them in the street).

I have not yet had any success in attaining the desired information, which is what prompted me to channel my crushing despair and depression into creating this piece, which now reminds me each time I look at it (I got it printed multiple times and hanged one up on each wall on the house, and if it is a long wall, then I have two prints hanged up) of my failure. I can not bare to look at it so I spend most of my time either outside in the garden (where the prints I had hanged up on the shed have disintegrated in the rain) or walk around the house with my eyes closed.