Saturday, December 06, 2014
Limp Meeting
(Try Another Room for Romance)
-Excuse me, but we’ve both waited an hour or so.
Our dates aren’t showing.
-Just another one of these lousy, rotten...!
-Me too. Distressing. Let’s get coffee.
-With you? A stranger?
-Not so! I’m on Facebook.
-Does anybody like you?
-Three. All in Iceland.
-Excuse ME, now. But the light suddenly got better: you’re hardly a bargain.
-It’s tuned to the warmth of bodies.
-Is this a mortuary establishment or a bookstore?
-Anyway...you should talk!
-Me, I know. I was appraising you.
-Well, don’t! Enough hurt tonight, thank you.
-No hurt! Facts for both of us. So what? The Handsomes rule us out! Who needs ‘em?
-Let’s not have coffee in the store. Bookish types stare, and categorize in ice.
-Then where?
-Lou and Letty’s All Nighter across the rain-soaked street. Their neon shimmering!
-Any good?
-Fine for our purpose.
-Who pays?
-Dutch. From here to infinity.
-Let’s not go there.
-To Lou and Let...?
-You know what I mean.
Labels: blind date, bookstore, hurt, stood up
