Ahhh, the joys of dating. For many of us, they’re but a distant memory. For others among us, they’re still very much a reality…
The call just came – you’re going to meet!
Now: What to do? Where to eat?
A morning stroll? A picnic lunch?
A dinner chat? A weekend brunch?
What to wear? What to say?
Meet at night? Or by day?
All these choices you must make
are stressful with so much at stake.
You hope you’ll click. You hope it’s fun.
You’re thinking this could be the one.
While on your way, you say a prayer
that all goes well when you get there.
You want this first date to succeed,
so best behavior’s what you need.
That means good manners, smiles and caring;
taking turns and nicely sharing.
You hope there’ll be no tears while dining.
And no tantrums. And no whining.
No fussiness, no arguments,
and please, oh please, no accidents!
It’s tougher than when you were single,
cruising bars to mix and mingle;
it’s hard, it’s brutal – even mean -
this merciless new dating scene.
For nothing sets your nerves aflutter
than meeting with another mother
and her child to know just whether
the four of you play well together.
And afterward it’s just as bad,
for if you liked the time you had,
you’re just more anxious, after all,
because, you know, she said she’d call…
©2010 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz
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