Those wild Saturday nights.
It was late one
night. A Saturday,
and I was
partying hard.
The music was
loud…
in my headphones,
which were
connected to my laptop
where I was
trawling the internet
for ‘the one’,
for the long run, not one night of fun.
I didn’t mention
anywhere on my profile
about the pint
glass
I was drinking
wine from.
Made4u88 – sounds
promising.
Likes long walks
on the beach,
travelling the
world,
cuddles on the
sofa and
kissing in the
rain,
and clearly a big
fan of clichés.
But his hair is
more than slightly grey
and instead of
long walks
it looks like he
plays Halo all day.
Okay, maybe not
for me, but how about…
Tomlikestea83?
Well, he likes
tea, I know that much already.
And I love tea!
He says he’s
funny, dark and handsome.
Hold on. I’m sure
that’s not the phrase.
I check his
details and…yep…five foot three.
It’s not that I’m
terribly shallow,
I just don’t want
‘the one’
To make me look
like the BFG.
But more to the
point,
what do I say
about myself?
I can’t describe
myself as ‘bubbly’.
I might as well
say
‘I’m fat but
desperately trying to ignore it’.
But then I think,
if you can’t
handle this jelly…
mmm jelly…
So where is my
chubby chasing,
works with
disabled children,
dog loving,
muscle toning,
Ben and Jerry’s
bringing
Six foot Adonis?
I want it to be a
love like
rain splashing
into gutters.
I want excitement
to ripple
with every drop
until
it fills right to
the top,
and then with a
sudden drop
we can just lay
on the Earth
holding on as it
turns like
a giant spinning top.
Is that really
too much to ask?
Well, I’ll hold
out hope a little longer,
but if there’s
anyone out there
and you like what
you see,
I’m a blonde size
ten with a shoe size of three.