Poem: The Date

The Date
by Me

I started getting ready two days in advance.
I walked to the lavender bush and picked the most fragrant flowers.
I put them in a jar and poked holes in the top
So that you could smell the sweetness.

I spent 3 hours, shaving my beard,
cutting my nose-hair, scenting myself with oils.
And you didn't notice.

I walked for two hours to see you.
We sat in the park.
You told me "I just can't do this."
I said "Okay."
It was our first date.

And now I am rejected.
And I tried so hard.
I remember all the other women
I have been with.
And I do not remember trying so hard with them.

Maybe that is my problem.
I must stop trying.
So hard.