First date, the nerves, the frisson.

Small talk begins.

“Do you like Vans?”

“Yes, a VW is my dream!”


“Do you ever board?”

“Oh, I’m always bored!”


Awkward, awkward times,

Hit the escape button.

“I’m gonna get us a drink.”

“You drink too fast, you should slow down.”


I walk to the bar,

Drink a short,

Then walk away,

Away from her constant phone checks,

Constant photos of her drink,

Constant criticism.

You know what, honey?

Single life is alright after all.

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