My Blind Date

My blind date Frank showed up at the door, his curly hair was slick with grease, a mad plaid jacket topped his Bermuda shorts, as a pink ivy-league shirt showed his neck warts. I took one look and and wanted to run away, doing a favor for my cousin would be no more, this guy was the king of the greasers plus, swallowing my pride I chose not to fuss. Adding to this comedy hour of a blind date, he led me to a bright yellow Volks Beatle car, his Great Dane Jerry was in the back seat, he slobbered all over me when I gave him a treat. It was dinner time and my tummy grumbled, Frank asked me if I wanted something to eat, nodding my head he drove to a pizza joint, 'Mamma Fazina's Guaranteed Not to Disappoint.' Jerry ate the left-over pizza with one gulp, licking the box in case he missed some more, the four-legged chaperone took a snooze, while Frank and I enjoyed a drive and a shmooze. I learned long ago, looks are deceiving, as I eventually married my blind date Frank, he still has his warts and can't dress a hoot, married fifty years and I love my greasy coot.