Dating, Part One

I’m encouraged by the responses to yesterday’s posting about America’s foreign policy. Some responded here and some friends emailed me directly. Thank you for telling me you feel the same way. I feel less alone and I feel like a silence has been broken.

I’m lightening up the subject for today. Here’s a posting about my dating life. It never ends.

And for those of you in Chicago, please “View My Complete Profile” (option on the right) and click on the link to “My Web Page” which has information about my performance this Sunday, June 20th at noon.

Glimpses of Too Many First Dates (each line describes a DIFFERENT first date)

I am –

on my 60-minute lunch break

moving slowly with all the time in the world

running late and out of breath trying to stay cool at the same time

hopeful that this will take all night.

I enter –

hoping that hair and lipstick are cooperating

hungry and ill-tempered as a two-year-old

gorgeous in vibrant color and planted confidence

knowing that the odds of this one being “it” suck.

We interact –

relaxed as two friends doing laundry

unable to figure each other out

with conversation as smooth as a balloon rising

with conversation as smooth as a wheelchair on gravel

determined as a plodding traveller

delighted as the color yellow.

The chemistry –

Sparkles

Sizzles

Fizzles

Drizzles.

We part –

smiling at the warmth inside

with self-loathing for a miserable display

intrigued and hopeful

wanting to email each other immediately

grateful for a good meal anyway

knowing we did our best

certain that it’s all hopeless.

© Regina Rodriguez, June 2003

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