I have determined
that on-line dating’s a game
to most women.

They inspire a flame
and then, to remove all doubt,
they snuff it out.

I return, alone,/
to bed. You helped me make it,/
ate chocolate, and more.

Sisters and daughters./

Moms real and in embryo./

Most of all, just friends.

If I have to wait/

for fate spontaneously,/

then is it really?

A friend has a Facebook page, EEK HARMONY. She asked her readers about a guy who had written a VERY LONG introductory email to her… and everyone was telling her to avoid him. This is my response:

This is interesting. How many times have I read on the Eek! :Men never say anything. Men can’t put complete sentences together. Men can’t communicate!
Yet here is a guy who has written something, it’s interesting, it’s actually funny/clever……, yeah, there’s a lot there, how was his profile?
Are you looking for perfection?

My question to you, and to all women, is this poem…

Disqualifying for no good reason: An improv poem.

Why are you are so quick/
to find fault and disqualify?
It must be your schtick.
Do you even try?

The suitor doesn’t have
the right kind of car.
He took you to a drab
out of the way country bar.

Your first meet and greet place
wasn’t exactly what you thought.
The flowers he pushed in your face
aren’t what you wanted brought.

Why are you so bent on rejection?
Are you perfect in your own right?
What sort of Ken Doll perfection
will finally get it right?

Go ahead, find fault, disgard the nice guy, disqualify!
But when you’re lonely, don’t let me hear you cry!See More

It’s tough to learn that,/

interesting though you are,/

you are not first choice.

You spoke of how hearts/

connect. Perhaps that’s why you/

sat across from me.

The Writer is not/

oft thoughtless nor speechless, but/

you awe me silent.

OR

The Writer is not/

oft thoughtless nor speechless. You/

 silently awe me.