You know that frisson of excitement you get?
preparing to meet someone you’ve never met.
Dressing, as your mind goes on a walk of it’s own,
thoughts zinging around,
whilst you’re safely at home.
“Your blind date’s just right” best friend said to you
“he’s kind, he’s courteous, with eyes ever so blue”
‘If he’s perfect’ you wonder, whilst putting on your face
‘why no significant other?’ and
‘should I carry my mace?’
Nerves jangling in front of the mirror you stand
searching for faults, your hair needs a firm hand
your dress is not right, the earrings don’t quite go,
maybe text and cancel?
Your brain answers “NO”
Patiently you wait, ready to answer the front door,
a hasty mist of perfume, muttering ‘Last time for sure,
no more blind dates’ just as the bell is rung.
Anticipation, like Cinderella,
is your Prince finally come?