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Blind Date.(M.P.Bridger)


I thought I'd lost my bottle
As I neared the glowing eyes
That served the village pub as windows
That moonless inky night.
As brave as Saint George I'd been
When agreeing to meet her.
But the previous night
I had been heavy-lidded, my eyes bloodshot.
A staggering lump, slurred of speech
With courage bolstered by too many beers.
My excitement had risen like a straining balloon
As my friend had uttered those immortal words;
"She has a friend you know..."
When zero hour came
A million thoughts and fears
Became trapped in my stomach
Like Butterflies in a jam jar.
My hand sweated on the pub door glass
While my head morosely considered
That this was worse than any hangover.
Pushing the door wide, the dim lights seemed harsh
While the log fire warmed my cheeks
Already burning crimson.
My eyes, peas in a rattle shot round the bar
Bouncing off familiar faces
Taking everything in during that brief moment
I realised she hadn't turned up
Slumping onto my favourite bar stool
I quietly hugged my cowardice
And got drunk with relief.

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