"You're amazing!" was her opening line. I looked down to find its source. But should I believe these ears of mine? I could be mistaken, of course. Two young eyes beamed up at me. Their beauty felt like a punch. But when they looked, what did they see? Did I pass muster, when it came to the crunch? I've never been good at guessing age. Was she twenty, or thirty-five? Does it matter? Should it matter? Do I need to be sage? Who cares how long she's been alive? Society cares. There are rules. People judge. Careful now - you stand at the brink Of disgrace, social ruin, a pariah - they won't budge. Yes, it might matter what some people might think. But look at me now - talk about 'jumping the gun'! She's likely just here to say 'hi'. Perhaps she's an out-of-uniform nun, Who doesn't want me, but was just passing by. Contradicting these thoughts is her whole body's pose. Every part is pointing at me. Tingling hope, right down to her toes. She's keen - that's plain now to see. But how keen? What's the extent of her hope? To say we talked at the conference - just that? No! Just look at those eyes! Don't be a dope. She's fast-bowling. I must swing the bat. So, what do I say? Help me. What do I do? There were no lessons at school about this. I'm conscious that these chances are few. Is there any way this can end in a kiss? I am... gracious, and ask where she's from. Oh! Italian Swiss - how delightful! Not the way to impress the Cimmerian Crom, But that Conan's technique was quite frightful. I truly have no ambition to be That guy - the creepy sleazy cad and the bounder. I'm not him. That just isn't me, But in fleeing him, I find I just flounder. What about that guy - can't I be him? He gets the girl, treats her well, and it's fine. I gave a great presentation, and I want to cash in, But this is the end, every time: We talk a bit more, 'til the moment has passed. Her eyes look away, and the light in them dies. She rejoins the crowd. I feel tied to the mast. Well, I suppose that was not a surprise. Notes: Is this based on a true story? If I said it were, would that be boasting or modesty? |