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A Date

Short Poem

By Savannah McCainPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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How did I end up in this bar?

I swiped right and ended up planning to meet a guy for a hookup and or free food. Hopefully the free food comes first.

Now I’m waiting.

I’m waiting for a guy who may or may not look like his picture

I’m waiting on a guy who may be a psycho and would kidnap and use my skin as a coat.

I don’t care. I’m ready for some hot wings and tater tots.

My date finally shows up. He’s wearing a black button down shirt and black jean.

His hair cut into a nice fade

From where I sat, I could tell he smelled good.

He looks way better than his Tindr photos.

He approached me

He spoke to me

I mentioned the hot wings

He bought me hot wings

This is the man I am going to marry.

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About the Creator

Savannah McCain

I'm just a potato trying to become the best vodka I can be. My writing has no purpose. When I write, I write what is on my mind at the time. Some days I can write something funny and sweet, and others I would write something dark.

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