You never quite know what to
expect on a first date
Coffee is my favorite option,
because it allows for the
possibility of a quick escape,
which I have found is sometimes
necessary
If I have spoken to her for long
enough before the first date,
sometimes a dinner is nice.
Romantic yet noncommittal
at the same time.
Though sometimes,
when it’s a good date, the
food gets in the way of the
conversation. When it’s bad
the conversation gets
in the way of the food.
When it’s really bad, the
food just stares at me, barking,
“Say something!”
I just give it a stern look and
open my eyes a little wider,
leaning forward just a touch.
I’m trying to tell it to shut up,
already. If I had something to say
I would be saying it. But this
girl just picks at her food
and gives one to three word
answers to every question. If I
could find a topic that would
manage to evoke a complete
sentence, I certainly would.
But I don’t think my message
gets across. Instead I just poke
it with my fork and ignore its
occasional growl.
This one, though, is something
different. A drive in movie, like I
haven’t been to since I was a child.
Lying in the back of this SUV, with
the rear seats pushed down, talking,
both of us leaning slightly inward
as rain cascades down the back
window, obscuring the screen.
But I don’t have the heart to tell
you that I’ve missed the last ten
minutes of your story, because
I am so, utterly enchanted by the
way you are talking through your
(wonderful)
smile.
