not reading the room well

i remember our

first date,

which actually was our last

date

and only date.

i had

a barbeque sauce

stain on my

shirt.

my zipper was down,

and there was

a long strand of toilet

paper

stuck to my shoe

that i dragged around.

i forgot my wallet,

so you had to pay,

and i knocked

over a glass of water

on the table,

being nervous to have

met you.

you seemed very angry

when you

sped away after i tried

to kiss you,

but i'm willing to give

you a second

chance if you would

kindly unblock me.

all things considered

i think we hit it off quite well.

what's your address,

maybe i could stop by some

afternoon?