:Distorted Beauty

"Hello Tinder, Hello Date"

He wasn't uncharming,

Or unappealing to look at.

His demeanor was welcoming I would say

And when I ordered my drink he payed

But when we sat and talked

And the conversation made it's way

I realized I didn't really care about him,

At least in that way.

Being next to him felt blah

When he touched my leg I secretly glanced uh-uh

But when he asked, would you like to walk?

I closed my purse, gave him an encouraging look, and replied why not.

We had so much in common

Worked the same kind of job,

Were about the same age

And when we talked about movies,

We both liked the same.

"Do you want to sit on the bench?" He said

With a sweet smile I gave him my okay

At times he grew quiet,

And with the silence I filled with words

But he kept looking at my lips

And I knew what was about to occur.

Look, I didn't want to kiss either,

But back then I was a pleaser to a fault.

So when I gave in and his lips touched mine,

I knew that this guy was definitely not MY guy

That night I came home and brushed my teeth about 3 times,

With every brush promising that I would go on a date,

With another Tinder Guy.