Fifteen wished for a lot of things,
skinny, makeup, popularity,
oh and the big one…boyfriend.
I had a diary full of moaning
for someone to like me,
you know “love” defined
by hormonal romanticism.
A blind date, yeah!
My friend set me up on a blind date!
Nerves, giggles, excitement.
HE WILL BE CUTE! He Will Be Cute.
he will be cute…he will….
Blind (that word should have been a clue) date..
“Strangers in the night exchanging glances”
dooby – dooby – do – doomed.
I knew him. He was a neighbor…
catfished from the distance of a gravel curve
and neglecting to inform I’d already given one “hell no.”
My friend failed at cupid. I failed at wishes.
Caution: If your fishing with a wish, bait the hook with
specifics.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 20 #NaPoWriMo 2016
Real Toads ~ When Wishes Go Bad
Comments
"I had a diary full of moaning"
(me, too) ;)
And that last line! Ah, the teenage years. And now I "get" to parent them. Sigh.
Wishing can be rather dangerous.
Signed
Forever an Adolescent Rall