A Perfect Date

Do you prefer eggs or flapjacks for breakfast? I know. I know, we`re only having dinner. I just want to be prepared should in case it all goes fine. The best dates always end with breakfast in bed.

In the supermarket, I end up buying both flapjacks and eggs. Some bread and cereal, too---just to be sure. And a bottle of champagne, of course to celebrate our evening together. The first of many, I hope.

I drive across town to pick you from work. Our eyes run to each other, yet, you pretend not to see me. And, once again you don`t get into my car.

After so much prep, you ruin our evening once again. But I dont mind, there is always tomorrow. I will keep rehearsing for the day you`ll say yes.