The story you created

 You are looking right at her in this moment
You just see her through thoughts of temptation
and her eyes upon you giving identity to admiration
A personal identity to someone absolutely external

Assigning character traits to that person
Building a story around them
A hundred aspects you decide
Before you even go for a ride

When you see things don't go impressively
shove the descrepancy on them aggressively
Make them guilty for your crazy projections
for your unchecked assumptions

It's whims boasting the same flare for action as stuntmen
without forethought without instruction, just blame
When you meet you say they're different
When you leave you say they're all the same