The Parking Lot Empties

I work, among a sea of ladies:
Cool people, yet I'm not 'of them' it seems,  
'Tis too much to ask, to know only one;  
To laugh with them, and join in their fun.  
But they do not want to know me it seems,  
Sad, I stand alone, like a freak.  
I know it's crazy and that I shouldn't be  
But I am as I watch them with envy.  
On the out they won't have me I'm a geek  
But inside - I am dying to meet.  
But not just about love, mere connection,  
Hard though when awkwardness is your diction;  
The store people done for the day now,  
To talk with them 'bout life I don't know how.  
Maybe tomorrow I'll be more savvy;  
Closing time, the parking lot empties.  
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A poem about social awkwardness and anxiety but wanting to reach out at the same time.  And working in a mall ....  
   
Written in Epigram format.