Oh how the world has changed!  I have had a few conversations this week, reminiscing on nights out, drinking, dancing and having tons of fun.  When was the last time that happened?  I have spent more hours at home during this covid pandemic than ever before.

In addition to nights out – I’m also missing dating.  I confess, I’ve not had many relationships but I have had my fair share of dinner dates.  I think you can call me an expert in first dates.  Let’s not look at my conversion rate of dates to relationships!  Something’s not adding up!  Nevertheless, I’m beginning to crave a good date night right about now!

This doesn’t happen very often but sometimes I think there must be a problem with me.  How else can you explain that out of my many, many dates, less than 2% turns into something short-lived?  Never a fulfilling, long-term relationship.  What is going wrong?  Could it be that I’m too loud?  I make too many jokes?  Maybe I’m more of a friend than a femme fatale?  Or maybe I have to be somewhere more in the middle.  A woman that keeps men coming back for more!  Must I be more demure?  I have seriously considered all these questions as I sat down to write “Dinner Date”.  But you know what?  I am who I am?  Maybe I need a few more dinner dates to work out the best approach.  That’s right – I need a few more Dinner Dates.  What do I want???  A dinner date!!! When do I want it??? NOOOOWWWW!!!  I hope I can communicate that message clearly with my poem.

Enjoy xxx