Nicely dressed and smelling great,
I made my way to her house.
I had flowers in hand,
tulips,her favorite.
My two thousand and three Toyota pulls ups out side her house
and then and there my hands start to get sweaty.
One glance at my watch tells me its 7:40.
“Damn it,” I say out loud, “I'm early.”
I could always go ring her door now but what does that say about who I am.
Am I too eager?
Well what if I wait till 8:10?
Will she see me has someone with no care or respect for other peoples time?
I think back to how I worked up the courage to ask her out.
The memory was hazy but I do recall call mumbling and being a nervous wreck.
And she, smiling affectionately, waited for me to ask her what I know now she wanted to be asked.
7:55, time to pull myself together.
I check the mirror for eye boogers and found none.
I checked my breath and found my minty mouthwash still lingered.
With the flowers in hand I made my way up to her porch to ring the door bell.
But I never got the chance because she opened the door right as I got to it.
“Hi,” I said. “These are for you,” and handed her the flowers.
“Thank you” she replied.
And with a smile she add “Its a wonder these poor guys didn't die.
You were outside for so long I got scared that you would change your mind.”
And that's when it it me.
The entire time I was nervous, she had been nervous too.
With this new found knowledge I set out to reclaim what remained of my man-pride.
I shrugged and said, “I got here early and wanted to ring the bell then but didn't want to rush you so....”
“So what?” she replied.
“So I decided you were worth the wait.”
