Day 29: Date From the archives of my single days (March 2008)

A Blind Date (and  few years later a proposal)

Last night
with all the expectancy of
a impression can muster

The what ifs bordering on am I crazy
and why bother

The eternal optimist wages a war
of internal monologues with her cynics

I painted my nails

Merely a symbolic pale pink
just enough to hide the dings

They will be revealed soon enough
One nail at a time with painstaking
caressing

The joy of a new language
the culture of me meets
the world of who?

Possibility is the label I shall pin on
this small thrill of
conversation?
connection?
and
pasta

I painted my nails

In hopes of pasta
and perhaps I will have a drink