La Belle Dame Sans Merci

"I hope you recognize me."
"Well, you do look familiar."
"I should hope so."
"I know we've spent time together."
"Oh, yes, long hours."
"It's beginning to come back to me."
"Ah. Thank goodness you didn't mistake me for a student. I don't know if I could have borne that."
"No, no; I sense it was something more--"
"Yes?"
"More intimate."
"Yes. Although--"
"Although?"
"You never really had time for me. Oh, I know how it was at first. You were quite attentive. I felt drawn to you, hoped to spend more time with you until, well, you know."
"How have things been for you lately? I mean, since I last saw you."
"Men. So predictable. You didn't really have time for me and yet you wanted me to be available."
"It was just a sincere interest."
"Heaven protect us from sincere interests. Not at my age, please."
"Listen, I could--we could--Fridays are good days. Maybe even Monday. Yes, for the rest of this month, I have Mondays as well."
"You really don't know who I am, do you? You think I was-- Alright, we'll put it to the test. What's my name?
"It's coming to me. Really."
"I suppose I should be flattered, having you think of me that way. Or maybe I should be insulted. No, neither one. No wonder we didn't work out. You were objectifying me. Ah, what you would have seen if you'd looked a bit deeper."
"Wait, I think I have it! You were the one about the discouraged man. I-I even named you after the first line of a poem. Keats. 'O What can ail thee, knight at arms?' Right?"
"Yes. When we were very close, you called me 'Alone and Palely Loitering.' Said it amused you. Well, it is nice to be seen for one's self."
"Where are you going?"
"Listen, Buster, you gotta work for it. Recognizing me makes points, but--"
"But--"
"You gotta work for it. See you around, kiddo."