beneath the clock I'm waiting expectantly awaiting my blind date apprehensively he's late but I don't mind, at least not yet he'll have reasons no doubt or excuses, I bet he's here at last and only half an hour late a good-looking man so it was well worth the wait a kiss on the cheek and a smile, how terrific good god! shame his breath could stop the traffic but nobody's perfect and he has a gentle face and he's booked us a table at an exclusive place the restaurant is classy and very expensive but i discover that appearances can be deceptive the food is atrocious, and the service shambolic while his conversation is dull and monosyllabic he drinks to excess and slobbers his food his table manners are nothing short of rude his hardcore drinking is driving me around the bend and i really can't wait for the evening to end then the bill arrives and I'm asked to pay half my immediate reply ?you are having a laugh!? i throw him a look of contempt and disdain embarrassed I leave, muttering ?never again? how could I have known it would go so amiss? i just can't believe I waxed my legs for this
That's a good one SeaSiren lol. Here's a reply, if I was told that ...
"You look so sexy in that heavy winter coat and galoshes...is there room for me in there?"
... Sure! If you go straight ahead you should get to my chest and you can rest there for minute if you want. Once ready to go, I want you to make a right and there you should see my heart, since you already have the key, you can just go in and disrobe, make yourself at home, I'll be with you in sec. 😛
*whispers*