First date

She wore leopard print

And red satin

He wore skinnies

He looked kinda Latin

 

They ate Caribbean

Jerk chicken

And spicy rice

They seemed comfortable

Together

Just like

Silk and leather

 

I thought they

Looked really nice

Seemed like they

Had lots to say

 

Took it in turns

And looked at each other

In an attentive way

 

One table back

Another story

He was casual

Jeans and shirt

She was dressed

In all her glory

 

He talked

A lot

She rolled her eyes

And smiled vaguely

Tugged at the dress

Designed to impress

 

Perhaps it was a bit

Too short

Maybe she’d tried

A tad too hard

Her efforts lost

On this effusive bard

Water and lard

Are not a good fit

 

Leopard print

And Latino skinnies

Left laughing

Hand in hand

 

Rolling eyes

And her garrulous friend

Tried to tread

On sinking sand

Before arriving

At an abrupt

And less

Convivial end

 

First dates

Can be difficult

To navigate

But we must keep trying

Because eventually

We may find

Our perfect mate.

 

C.K.22