My First Date
Butterflies in my stomach,
causing palms to sweat too much;
Cologne overpowering -
meant to only put on a touch.
Ready two hours early
for my first date as a man;
sixteen years in the making -
drivers license in my hand.
Took me five days to work up the nerve to call her,
after meeting her at the pool -
new girl in the neighborhood;
I was a lifeguard acting cool.
Her beauty left me speechless;
her smile weakened my knees;
Her father met me at the door,
"Be home by ten o'clock please."
We went to a movie theater -
which movie I don't recall -
wiped my hands on the legs of my pants;
I was sweating like Niagara falls.
We went for milkshakes after the movie
and she told me all about her life,
including about the boyfriend she has
where she moved from whom she really likes.
Got her home before ten o'clock;
there was no first kiss at the door -
my stomach was full of septic waste
where butterflies were dancing before.
Later on that summer,
while sitting in the lifeguard chair,
she brought him over to meet me
when he was visiting there.
Even though it was a disaster
and an experience I learned to hate
these thirty-some years later
I still remember my first date.
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