How to Ruin a First Date
So I ask, "What's the worst thing about you?” She leans back in her chair, tapping her chin. I wait for her evasive quip, when her blue Nail halts. “Well, I’ve been told I have a grin Reminiscent of the Berlin Wall. Sometimes I strum guitar until my fingers bruise And callous ‘cause I can’t think of a rhyme. I will never want to take a cruise Because of Life of Pi . I’ve a bad habit Of turning poetry into blatant whines Of self pity. I drink and smoke on the Sabbath. I’ll never break a promise, but I've told lies.” She takes a breath, and my heart skips, and I sigh. I see now that control has never been mine.