Almost had DDD written all over it.
Since no one is sending me their dating disaster stories (hint hint) for DDD, and heaven knows I didn't have time to write a lick this weekend, a poem for you. This one could have gone bad. But I don't think it did. ("I prefer to be alone in the mornings." Love.) BTW, what do you think about mixing up disaster dates with Freaking Awesome Dates?? I could surprise you every week with what it will be! I like it. We'll do it. I'll make up a questionnaire and kick it off this week with an oldie but goodie of mine. Wednesday.
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Accidental
by Fleur Adcock We awakened facing each other across the white counterpane. I prefer to be alone in the mornings. The waiter offered us melon, papaya, orange juice or fresh raspberries. We did not discuss it. All those years of looking but not touching: at most a kiss in a taxi. And now this accident, this blind unstoppable robot walk into a conspiracy of our bodies. Had we ruined the whole thing? The waiter waited: it was his business to appear composed. Perhaps we should make it ours also? We moved an inch or two closer together. Our toes touched. We looked. We had decided. Papaya then; and coffee and rolls. Of course. Care to share your dating disaster on an upcoming Dating Disaster Day? Fill out the survey and email to me.
