When Shall We Meet?

Dear Miss Abbot
I put pen to paper with some trepidation
But with the feeling after your last letter
That I really do owe you some sort of response
I want to write you back
But I don't know what to say
How can I explain that I'm not really...
Old
And I'm not at all the man that you imagine
No I'm not at all the man you would expect
But Jerusha, would you object?
Of course I write in contravention of my own rules of engagement
Which forbid any sort of communication from me to you
But only last month I was guilty of sending you a bouquet of flowers
So perhaps the damage is already done
And it's getting very hard to abstain from a response
Especially for a man who loves to correspond
For I long to interject my observations
I'm bursting with opinions and advice
But Jerusha, would they suffice?
I shall motor up to the college one of these afternoons and introduce myself
But I must warn you
I'm not good at friendship
I'm not good at attachment
Or family or commitment
I roundly despise my relations
You're acquainted already with Julia
Who I blame for my low expectations
Jerusha
So perhaps it isn't wise to reveal myself just yet
Why not meet you first as the man I really am?
Why not introduce myself as Julia's uncle?
Daddy just for now remains discreet
So Jerusha, when shall we meet?