no second date

I met her maybe ten
years ago
on a dating site
called bottom of the barrel.
she was an unregistered nurse
who lived
near Spotsylvania.
she liked to hunt
and fish,
go tubing and mudding
in her old ford
truck.
her three kids were in
the front seat, waiting,
faces to the window,
looking at me.
pondering if I was going
to be their new daddy.
she gave me a handwritten
recipe for squirrel
stew
as we sat on a bench
at a gas station
in west virginia, sipping
cold coffee.
it was
complete with instructions
of how to skin
and debone
the little animals.
i noticed that her
coat was
made of a dozen or so
squirrel hides. she was
quite proud of it, but said
she couldn't go out
into the rain
or snow with it on.
which puzzled me.
I told her that I never
had squirrel before, to which
she laughed
and said, we'll aren't you
in for a surprise
on our second date.