The night finally comes that we
decide to meet at the ice cream place 
that has like a buhzillion
flavors, which in itself fills me 
with angst cause it's bad enough
that I have to pick out clothes
to wear that I think might
really impress you, as if you
are somebody that would be
that shallow, and on top of 
that now I'm gonna have
to pick just one flavor of
ice cream.  Of course I could
get one scoop of two different
flavors but then I might look
like I'm indecisive and I
figure you probably like a guy
that knows what he wants.
besides I can't wear two
different shirts.
So I get in my car, which
I really like alot, but I'm 
kind of wishing I could show
up on a motorcycle since I
knew that you like them,
but every friend
I've had with a cycle has either
been killed or really messed up
by one so I've stayed clear
of them although I really did
enjoy it when I did ride a 
few times, like twenty years ago.
Picking music to play is no problem
since we both like country western
although I do have to decide which
artist to select.
So now I'm driving to meet you
and I'm trying not to sweat cause
I'm incredibly nervous and wishing
I could wear dress shields but
that would be really queer,
besides I don't own any since
I stopped wearing dresses in
junior high school.
I am reminded  of the quote
"It was the best of times,it
was the worst of times" from
some famous novel whose title
I should know but can't remember,
because while the anticipatory thrill of
meeting you is exhilarating, it is
exceeded by my nearly obsessive fear
that you will be disappointed with me
in person cause I look old and am
not strikingly handsome.  But no one
ever got anywhere by being a slave
to their fears so I gallantly venture
foward.
Oddly enough you are already there 
waiting for me which really impresses
me cause I'm kind of anal about
timeliness, besides it suggests to me
that you really are excited about meeting
me too. I manage to park a bit away
from where you are looking so I'm
able to just sit there a minute to 
watch you and i find myself just
staring, feeling my heart beating,
trying really hard not to fall in
love with you at first sight.
So I'm sitting there thinking about
all sorts of foolish thoughts about
waking up beside you every morning
and spending the rest of my life
with you, but then my insecurities
jolt me back to reality so I
take a deep breath and get out
of the car.  I start walking
towards you imagining flashbacks
from the movie "10" where Bo
Derek and Dudley Moore are
running towards each other in
slow motion and her breasts are
bobbing up and down, but in
reality you are just standing 
there with this curious smile
on your face that could be 
interpreted as "Oh my God,
what am I going to do to get
out of this nightmare" and
"Oh my God, I want to wake up
beside you every morning and 
spend the rest of my life with you."
At last we're standing face to
face, feeling awkward as hell
cause we don't know what to do.
We exchange timid "hi's" and wonder
whether we should be bold and
hug or just start looking at the list of a 
buhzillion flavors of ice cream.
(c) PAPoetGuy 1997