Do Not Make Eye Contact
Do not make eye contact my new boyfriend warned me.
I knew immediately which waitress his mother was.
She’s the one staring this way with a huge grin, I guessed with glee.
She sat down and entertained us with a happy buzz.
If you wait and put in your order in fifteen minutes, honey.
I can sit with you and get to know your guest, his mama said.
Let’s wait! I suggested. His mother was so incredibly sunny!
To this day, we are great friends, even though to another he is wed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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