Describing my very brief romance with a waitress... |
A gentleman, alone by myself, dining at a favorite new Restaurant in a community filled with small, elegant shops, Fast food diners, and revving motorcycles. An attractive and Not-easy-to-overlook waitress taking food orders and discussing Common day-to-day activities with a few of the regulars. I call To her in a suggestive way, a boyish, innocent brute in style. She looks up at me, startled; then, a sudden turn for the better: With the perfect and natural hint of romance, she asks me for A cup of coffee, at a restaurant across the way; We exchange a few brief whispers as I finish my dinner. Then I go across the street to wait for her... A long, forty-minute wait is compounded by a growing desire For her gorgeous figure and delicate aroma. When she finally Arrives at the country-kitchen-style setting, she orders dessert And ice water, while I have yet another cup of decaf. The situation that follows is mind-numbing and joyous: She asks what my intentions are for the evening; I explain that I was expecting a night of intimate passion, and she says "no" - She does not do such things so quickly, she explains. We Exchange phone numbers while rapturously kissing in the parking Lot, holding each other suggestively and closely for a time. Then we part, appearing headed for sheer, blissful heaven... For a while, we are filled with nothing but immense joy, For a period lasting about four days - With her very stable but needy family Pulling me away from countless worthwhile activities, And a growing desire to separate from her simple But demanding personality and charms, I call an end to the short but dedicated romance; And I feel the great warmth and comfort from our cherished But unalterable passion for life, from time to time, Relishing how inviting and wonderful Our love did seem... |