Silence.
We sat in silence with nothing to say.
The best part of the night, was the bread.
Blind dates never go my way,
The best part of him, was his "bread"
I thought a rich man would be fun,
Gold-digging could be my new thing.
When the night started and he spilled his rum,
My ruined sweater was not worth a ring.
Never trust a friend, when she talks a man up for you,
Just because she thinks he's nice, isn't enough.
It was a hard realization, to find that money won't do.
The entire dinner was boring, he wasn't even buff.
After the rum spill, he had broccoli in his teeth,
That wasn't as bad as the hair in my salad.
I called him Dave, when his name was apparently Keith.
After small talk of weather, he offered to sing me a ballad!
The night ended with my steak undercooked,
He suggested we have dessert at his place.
I got up and left, everyone looked,
Took my mashed potatoes, and stuffed them in his face.
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