Blind Date

We danced and turned around the floor,
the bar was ready to close.
When we met you hid a smirk,
from laughing at my clothes.

We drank too much of dodgy wine,
and reservations left.
You started on the seat across,
but ended on my left.

I felt as though this was a trick,
a prank played by a friend.
For why would you be sitting here,
I could not comprehend.

Eventually we shared a kiss,
hesitant and nervous.
I accidentally bit your lip,
you thought it was on purpose.

Complaining bar staff finally won,
and firmly they removed us.
We stood and huddled in the cold,
scanning for the night bus.

You called a cab and left me there,
with smile as wide as heaven.
I had the nicest night of all,
a score from ten, eleven.

I don’t know what I did so wrong,
or why you now won’t call me.
perhaps my charm began to wane,
my chat up lines grow corny.

I’ll never know happened here,
to turn your keen to hate.
But nevermore will I embark
on nerve racking blind dates.