The New Hire

In the economy of social grace I was losing in the great rat-race. No wealth could I accumulate I’d scarcely get a second date. My Wall Street stock was always down mere junk bonds of no great renown. I was not suave, I had no game the outcome always just the same: “I know I said that you were hired, I changed my mind, so now you’re fired.” The ladies sent me on my way I was too awkward, so they’d say. It wasn’t easy on my pride that I was under-qualified for every opportunity of love in my community. Then one day something in my mind clicked, and soon I seemed to find that it was easier than before to find some ladies who’d adore me for my sharp, observant wit and though I tried, I couldn’t quit taking pleasure as I’d say, “I like you…but please go away.” It seemed my stock had turned around *cha-ching* Oh, how I loved the sound of social prowess in my pocket jingling as my bonds would rocket. And as I climbed up rung by rung, I felt I had a golden tongue, and always knew the perfect phrase to get the job, or get a raise at every opportunity of love in my community. But when I met you, in my mind something clicked, I seemed to find my thoughts were just a murky mess, my stocks went down, and I confess, I think we just might be soul-mates brought together by the fates. You have that sparkle in your eyes that always takes me by surprise. I get lost every time you’re near I stumble and I think it’s clear, I never know quite what to say; I’m awkward, when you come my way. I fidget, fumble and perspire but if you’re looking for one to hire, I’ll take this opportunity for love in my community to show up at your interview, ‘cause all the wealth I want, is you! 06/20/15 Preston Graham Submission for Contest: The Interview Hosted by: Judy Konos