Nicely dressed and smelling great,
I had to be there by a quarter past 8.
I had flowers in my hand,tulips,her favorite.
My hand shuck at the thought that she might call and say she couldn't make it.
My palms were sweaty
and it felt like gravity had gotten a little too heavy.
One glance at my watch tells me its 7:40
and I realized I had arrived too early to take her to the party.
“Damn it,” I say out loud, “I'm early.”
If I rang her bell I would seem to eager, surely.
In my car I waited
after all a quarter past 8 was the meeting time as I previously stated
I think back to how I worked up the courage to ask her out.
I had mumbled a lot and and felt my mouth had suffered from a drought.
And she, smiling affectionately, waited for me to ask her
I can't begin to imagine how much I seemed like an amateur.
But against all odds she said yes
and I thought she head must have suffered severe stress.
Flashback gone,its a quarter past 8 and I'm here in my car
so I got outside and walked on the tar
Up the stairs I went to ring her bell
and I hoped it was obvious that I was nervous as hell.
She opened the door and man was she looking right
her face became stern and I thought she might bite.
This was a convoluted conundrum so I asked “What's the matter?”
“You had me waiting for the last 20,no 30 minutes rather.”
At that moment that I happy realized that she had been nervously waiting too
and just like that I had resolved my nervous issue.
In an attempt to reclaim my manly state
I simply smiled and said “I just thought you were worth the wait.”
And she smiled too.
