Blind Date

The moment I saw her
As I walked in the restaurant
And scanned the patrons searching for
The face I knew she was not what I want.

There sitting in the booth
She seemed both old and undesired
Beyond a lack of grace or youth,
In herself wholly lone and uninspired.

A single photo viewed
Revealed some similar effects
But the results now were construed
As lack of interest from the male sex.

For so she had confessed
Her online dating, never meeting,
Was virtual with no-shows at best;
Yet she continues with this no-date dating,

Concluding it is all
About LA, and nothing she
Has shown or left undone, too small
Of mind, not her size, which she fails to see.

I know why I am single.
My choices make me how I look
And live outside of Match and Mingle,
Or women's preference in how they look.

Without my seeing I
Am seen outside my wants, and dream,
As those unseen looks capture why
For others I am only how I seem.

Hear what my eyes have seen,
Here following what these words mean:
Looking is both how we seem and what we
Make of this world with looks we do not see.



KLK
5/8/15