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“Pause”
He knew every line,
Curve,
And ever so slight wrinkle,
On her face.
He didn’t even have to close his eyes,
And he could see her,
As clear as if she stood before him.
He thought about that sometimes,
Could other guys do that?
Did other guys even want to try,
And do that?
He still hadn’t gone out with her,
And the betting line,
Said he never would.
But that didn’t seem to bother him,
He had a special arrangement with her,
Where he was wildly in love with her,
Constantly flooded with thoughts,
And images of her,
To the point of sheer madness at times.
And she would sometimes talk to him,
And then again,
Sometimes not.
The upside of this relationship was,
That he was in total control,
Of the amount of time,
He got to spend with her.
She was always available,
And up for just about anything,
Since it all took place,
Only in his mind.
I wonder what other guys think about,
Before going out on a date?
He thought to himself.
Do they try and do a walk-thru,
Of the date in their minds first,
So that it can be perfect,
Down to the adlib jokes,
And funny stories you’d tell?
Even if that girl had never even,
Sent them a text,
Or talked to them on the phone?
He figured that they did,
They must,
Why take a chance with,
Unexpected situations,
That he could be prepared for,
If he just thought it all out,
Beforehand.
Yea,
I bet,
This is how other guys do it too.
So,
He mentally dropped himself,
Into the middle of a date with her,
Where they were at a Drive-In movie.
She looked stunning,
As she always did.
They were about 2-hours into the date,
Half way through the movie,
She was laughing,
Joking,
And playfully touching him,
As the movie rolled along,
Right before everything,
Seemed to get stuck.
Where does he go from here?
He wasn’t sure,
He didn’t know.
So he just backed it all up,
In his mind,
To the playfully touching him part,
And hit pause.
He’d think about it,
For a couple of hours,
Or a couple of days,
And when he thought he had it,
All scripted out,
He’d return to the Drive-In,
And start from where he left off.
Now this whole walk through thing,
Seemed like a bit much for a date,
He never really thought he’d get,
With a girl,
Who barely even talks to him,
At a Drive-In,
That didn’t really exist.
But he just glossed over,
All those finer points,
As he was quite happy,
With the way the date,
Was going so far.
“Hey What’s Up?”
He was pulled from his daydream,
And back to his mindless job.
He turned around,
And their she was,
Looking even Hotter,
Than she did,
Sitting next to him at the Drive-In.
“Could I borrow your phone”,
“Mine’s dead”,
“And I have an important text”,
“That I just have to send”.
He handed her his phone,
She types a quick message,
And hits send.
After a few seconds,
His phone chimes,
Incoming text,
She reads it,
Smiles,
And hands him back the phone.
“Thanks, you’re the Best”,
And walks off down the hall.
He takes his phone and deletes,
Both the outgoing and incoming texts,
Without reading them.
Well,
She didn’t send me the text,
But she did use my phone,
To both send and receive one.
I wonder what the betting line,
Would have to say about that?
Maybe my odds,
Just got a little bit better.
He returned back to his lifeless job,
And in a matter of minutes,
Blocked out the world around him.
Then he slide,
Back into the seat,
At the Drive-In,
Next to her.
He was finally ready,
To move this date along.
So he leaned forward,
And put his right hand,
Lightly behind her neck,
Gently pulling her towards him,
He kissed her softly on the lips.
Then going completely off script,
He slide his left hand,
Around her waist,
And tightly pulled,
As much of her body,
As he could,
Up against his,
As he kissed her,
With such uncontrolled passion,
And then he was stuck again.
So he just hit pause.
Tom Allen…02-19-2017…
He knew every line,
Curve,
And ever so slight wrinkle,
On her face.
He didn’t even have to close his eyes,
And he could see her,
As clear as if she stood before him.
He thought about that sometimes,
Could other guys do that?
Did other guys even want to try,
And do that?
He still hadn’t gone out with her,
And the betting line,
Said he never would.
But that didn’t seem to bother him,
He had a special arrangement with her,
Where he was wildly in love with her,
Constantly flooded with thoughts,
And images of her,
To the point of sheer madness at times.
And she would sometimes talk to him,
And then again,
Sometimes not.
The upside of this relationship was,
That he was in total control,
Of the amount of time,
He got to spend with her.
She was always available,
And up for just about anything,
Since it all took place,
Only in his mind.
I wonder what other guys think about,
Before going out on a date?
He thought to himself.
Do they try and do a walk-thru,
Of the date in their minds first,
So that it can be perfect,
Down to the adlib jokes,
And funny stories you’d tell?
Even if that girl had never even,
Sent them a text,
Or talked to them on the phone?
He figured that they did,
They must,
Why take a chance with,
Unexpected situations,
That he could be prepared for,
If he just thought it all out,
Beforehand.
Yea,
I bet,
This is how other guys do it too.
So,
He mentally dropped himself,
Into the middle of a date with her,
Where they were at a Drive-In movie.
She looked stunning,
As she always did.
They were about 2-hours into the date,
Half way through the movie,
She was laughing,
Joking,
And playfully touching him,
As the movie rolled along,
Right before everything,
Seemed to get stuck.
Where does he go from here?
He wasn’t sure,
He didn’t know.
So he just backed it all up,
In his mind,
To the playfully touching him part,
And hit pause.
He’d think about it,
For a couple of hours,
Or a couple of days,
And when he thought he had it,
All scripted out,
He’d return to the Drive-In,
And start from where he left off.
Now this whole walk through thing,
Seemed like a bit much for a date,
He never really thought he’d get,
With a girl,
Who barely even talks to him,
At a Drive-In,
That didn’t really exist.
But he just glossed over,
All those finer points,
As he was quite happy,
With the way the date,
Was going so far.
“Hey What’s Up?”
He was pulled from his daydream,
And back to his mindless job.
He turned around,
And their she was,
Looking even Hotter,
Than she did,
Sitting next to him at the Drive-In.
“Could I borrow your phone”,
“Mine’s dead”,
“And I have an important text”,
“That I just have to send”.
He handed her his phone,
She types a quick message,
And hits send.
After a few seconds,
His phone chimes,
Incoming text,
She reads it,
Smiles,
And hands him back the phone.
“Thanks, you’re the Best”,
And walks off down the hall.
He takes his phone and deletes,
Both the outgoing and incoming texts,
Without reading them.
Well,
She didn’t send me the text,
But she did use my phone,
To both send and receive one.
I wonder what the betting line,
Would have to say about that?
Maybe my odds,
Just got a little bit better.
He returned back to his lifeless job,
And in a matter of minutes,
Blocked out the world around him.
Then he slide,
Back into the seat,
At the Drive-In,
Next to her.
He was finally ready,
To move this date along.
So he leaned forward,
And put his right hand,
Lightly behind her neck,
Gently pulling her towards him,
He kissed her softly on the lips.
Then going completely off script,
He slide his left hand,
Around her waist,
And tightly pulled,
As much of her body,
As he could,
Up against his,
As he kissed her,
With such uncontrolled passion,
And then he was stuck again.
So he just hit pause.
Tom Allen…02-19-2017…