First Dates

All the possibility in the world
wrapped up into a couple of hours.
You buy milkshakes. We throw frisbee in the park.
It doesn't seem fair, does it?
The way we do things,
us humans.
We meet a stranger
and hope they kiss us
and we're disappointed when they don't.
We decide if we'll invest the next few months
or forever
in this stranger
in a couple of hours
when you've been a nervous wreck
and he has too.
We're either giddy or not
but mostly disillusioned.
So we go home.
We put on our embarrassing pajamas
and we write poems
about how cruel dating is.

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