Not for a First Date

Nachos (chips fall to pieces, jalapeño cough, sour cream goo on fingers,
salsa breath and tummy rumbles...)

Linguine with clams (wrestling with slippery shells,
garlic breath, dipping your crostini in the broth and licking
your fingers...oh, and a chance he might sprinkle parmesan on the fish, risky)

Whole steamed lobster (aphrodisiac, yes; knuckle meat is sweet
And claws hint at more than just kissing, but the chance of flinging cracked bits of shell
across the table is too great...)

Gyro sandwich juice dripping down the curve in my half-fist trying to deal with the foil, the meat, the tzatziki, the salad, the fries all crammed on one pita...please!)

For a thirty-thousandth date, yes. Slurping up food with passion, yes. Yes, please.

[I'll have what she's having!]

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