Nerves are running wild,
my breath is slightly hitched.
Anxiety's creeping up on me,
I can barely think.
Afraid of disappointment.
Afraid to disappoint.
One step before the other,
prepared for someone new.
He charms me with a smile,
then extends a hand.
My palms are getting clammy,
and my pulse is racing too.
The breeze flows in from the door,
the sun is shining bright.
Currawong's singing in the trees,
With the aroma of bitter coffee.
We breeze through introductions,
sit and chat for a while.
There I thought it was going well,
until he developed a temper.
With no good reason he seemed to snap,
started causing a scene.
Sinked so low into my chair,
of course this happened to me.
Some time passed, he calmed himself,
but i think i'd made my decision.
got to the end and he turned to me,
"We should do this again".
"I don't think this is going to work",
I said sorry then took my leave.
I sure know how to pick em.
