#fiftyfirstdates

I met a girl name ­­­Rigdha,

we seemed a perfect match;

and through our many daily texts,

it seemed she was a catch.

But she lived nowhere near me,

some seventy miles away,

it’s funny how a simple thing

I met a girl named Maggie,

and things were going great,

we hit off and even made it

to a second date.

Then she said, no thank you,

I wouldn’t be her beau,

and even though we hit off,

I met a girl named Caitlin,

it seemed like true romance,

but I found out, surprisingly,

she didn’t like to dance.

The very thought alarmed her,

she never told me why,

but since I like to cut a rug,

I met a girl named Shannon,

a gorgeous, Irish gal;

although it was a speed date,

in minutes, we were pals.

She texted me like crazy,

so how it ended was weird:

for no apparent reason,

I met a girl named Shuangyang,

as Asian as they come,

well-behaved and beautiful,

and anything but dumb.

We played our little dating game,

I thought I was the winner,

but like so many Tinder-chicks,

I met a girl named Natalie

who thought she was a queen:

the look, the walk, the attitude,

you know just what I mean.

What she didn’t comprehend,

and what I never confessed,

was that, for all her posturing,

We have asked ourselves these questions. What do we do on our first date? It's fate. Written in the stars 🌠🦞🔮🥠🆕