He asked me out for a drink.
I agreed to meet after work.
He arrived on time.
I was five minutes late.
He was dressed nice.
I was having a good hair day.
He was the age he said he was.
I was hopeful.
He was the height he said he was.
I was still shorter in my heels.
He had a job.
I was impressed by his manners.
He had hair.
I thought the grey was sexy.
He was missing a bunch of teeth.
I prayed he was a hockey player.
He had never played hockey.
I couldn’t bring myself to ask about it.
He never mentioned it.
I stayed for 46 minutes.
He asked me out for a second date.
I went home to impale myself.
He will find a nice girl with missing teeth.
I will never understand how dating works.
Three front teeth people!
I am jaded, but keeping the faith.