Love Poem Thing That Russo Assigned, Leguizamo Prose Style

So I always hang out with lots of girls, and it's pretty much up to the point where I just flirt with them all because nobody takes me seriously and I can get away with it whether they're single or not. So I don't care that much. Now I do. That situation I put myself in at my friend's sweet sixteen made me go from single to taken pretty much overnight. Now I'm not trying to be full of myself, or sound desperate, but I honestly didn't know or care what was gonna happen after we exchanged numbers, I do that way to much to expect anything more than chillin' a few times and then never actually seeing them again. Sex isn't a particular interest so it's not like that's what I was aiming for. My plans worked sorta. Flirt with them all and then one of them will fall for me and thats how I ended up with my current girlfriend. And now obviously she will be able to see this, and she'll probably take this in some way that seems like I don't care, but that would be a wrong assumption. Did that somehow come out in lovingly prose? I tried to write it but I dont think it came out right. Well it's the effort that matters; right Mike?