I’m encouraged by the responses to yesterday’s posting about America’s foreign policy. Some responded here and some friends emailed me directly. Thank you for telling me you feel the same way. I feel less alone and I feel like a silence has been broken.

I’m lightening up the subject for today. Here’s a posting about my dating life. It never ends.

And for those of you in Chicago, please “View My Complete Profile” (option on the right) and click on the link to “My Web Page” which has information about my performance this Sunday, June 20th at noon.

Glimpses of Too Many First Dates (each line describes a DIFFERENT first date)

I am –

on my 60-minute lunch break, or

moving slowly with all the time in the world, or

running late and out of breath trying to stay cool at the same time, or

hopeful that this will take all night.

I enter –

hoping that hair and lipstick are cooperating, or

hungry and ill-tempered as a two-year-old, or

gorgeous in vibrant color and planted confidence, or

knowing that the odds of this one being “it” suck.

We interact –

relaxed as two friends doing laundry, or

unable to figure each other out, or

with conversation as smooth as a balloon rising, or

with conversation as smooth as a wheelchair on gravel, or

determined as a plodding traveller, or

delighted as the color yellow.

The chemistry –

Sparkles, or

Sizzles, or

Fizzles, or

Drizzles.

We part –

smiling at the warmth inside, or

with self-loathing for a miserable display, or

intrigued and hopeful, or

wanting to email each other immediately, or

grateful for a good meal anyway, or

knowing we did our best, or

certain that it’s all hopeless.

© Regina Rodriguez, June 2003

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