Musings by The Poet Loriet
Singled Out
A girlfriend of mine
knew a girl who
knew a girl who
knew a girl who
met the love of her life
through internet dating,
so we dared each other
to launch our profiles
into cyberspace.
I was uber-creative,
using my most poetic words,
detailing my many interests,
morals, beliefs,
trying to bring 3-D "me"
to life for potential prospects,
feeling as skeptical as
Jane and Michael Banks
must have felt before
they jumped into
Mary Poppin's
sidewalk drawings.
My palms were sweaty
as I closed my eyes
and clicked, "Submit."
This morning,
I read my e-mail
with heightened interest,
butterflies in my stomach,
"We have found two
100% matches for you!"
I raced to see who they were
as fast as my lil mouse could run.
As the screen popped up,
I shook my head in disbelief,
which soon turned
to amusement,
and then
to uproarious laughter.
The first "match" was a guy
fifteen years older than me
with long wild hair who
claimed to be a genuine
family man~slash~
Harley Rider...looking
for his "queen."
The second was a guy
my age whose byline
pronounced him to be
quite acrobatic, reading,
"I'll do it inverted!"
I don't think
I'll tell my friend
about my misadventures.
Even the "bar-scene"
is less scary than this!
I guess I need
to do some work
on the image I portray.
Must be the poetry...
ya think?!
Lori Beal
knew a girl who
knew a girl who
knew a girl who
met the love of her life
through internet dating,
so we dared each other
to launch our profiles
into cyberspace.
I was uber-creative,
using my most poetic words,
detailing my many interests,
morals, beliefs,
trying to bring 3-D "me"
to life for potential prospects,
feeling as skeptical as
Jane and Michael Banks
must have felt before
they jumped into
Mary Poppin's
sidewalk drawings.
My palms were sweaty
as I closed my eyes
and clicked, "Submit."
This morning,
I read my e-mail
with heightened interest,
butterflies in my stomach,
"We have found two
100% matches for you!"
I raced to see who they were
as fast as my lil mouse could run.
As the screen popped up,
I shook my head in disbelief,
which soon turned
to amusement,
and then
to uproarious laughter.
The first "match" was a guy
fifteen years older than me
with long wild hair who
claimed to be a genuine
family man~slash~
Harley Rider...looking
for his "queen."
The second was a guy
my age whose byline
pronounced him to be
quite acrobatic, reading,
"I'll do it inverted!"
I don't think
I'll tell my friend
about my misadventures.
Even the "bar-scene"
is less scary than this!
I guess I need
to do some work
on the image I portray.
Must be the poetry...
ya think?!
Lori Beal
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