Please prove me wrong

Everything about you-hipster cap to vans sneakers set my senses on alert like raised hair on the crown of a neck. You looked like someone I would want to know. Someone who would provide a myriad of questions and open ended answers and spontaneous debate that would end in laughter and enlightenment. Someone who could complement the way I think…

But I’m beginning to feel that the effort I put into carrying a conversation won’t amount to the expectations I mistakenly placed on you. This all initiated with the fantasy that you were different than the others, but I might end this with the reality that you stick out like every other shallow minded, hipster wannabe teenager here. 

Am I giving up on you too soon?