Dating Service


Café. A man steps toward a seated woman.

She thinks at his approach,
Please forgive me if I don't get up—
Just feeling leery of engagements as of late.

"Hello. Do sit down, please do sit down," she says.

He:
"If you're sure you don't object,
I'll stay for just a while...
Perhaps a sandwich and some tea
Would suit me nicely."

She:
"Tell me, what is your experience?
I find the aftermath is often
Less than I'd anticipated.
Though desirable on paper, in person—
No chemistry, you know?"

He:
"Oh, quite. Another fruitless night, and there's this type
Who goes in for a string of dates, never taking
The first step to involvement.
They just collect a circle of admirers..."

She:
"What else can you do
When there's no spark
Between the two of you?"

He:
"Agreed. Initially there must be chemistry...
Although I'm told that friendships sometimes flower."

She:
"I suppose... I don't know—Just couldn't say.
But thank you for this conversation
Free of repercussions. Well, there it is.
Now if we've finished with our meal,
I must be—"

He:
"Indeed. Time enough for one quick hug
And then we'll go our separate ways..."

They stand. An awkward courtesy embrace,
Then she's out the door.

He seats himself again and orders a dessert
In his desire for more.


©2016 Michael Fraley




Back to Poem-O-Rama