Worse Date Ever

By Diane Boisvert

It had promised to be a time in heaven – unsurpassed.

It was blind. I didn’t mind. It was a date, alas!

I was assured the guy was great. I couldn’t wait at all.
Turns out, though, this charming Joe was with himself enthralled.
He talked and talked and talked. When he was done he talked some more.
Tales of scoring with the ladies was a captivating bore.

Well groomed he was. I’ll give him that, but then he couldn’t miss.
The mirror was his best friend, which I’m sure he often kissed.

When all is said and done the date was not a total waste.
I gained a bit of wisdom. Narcissism has a face.