after walking two paces away
he turned around to see her
the girl of his dreams walking away
he was looking forward to a dinner date
another evening of relaxation and conversation building a relationship

he wasn’t stupid the first month’s
were always brittle and complicated affairs
he thought he was winning being a gentleman
roses , poems and romantic dinners
any woman would have admired his chivalry
not this one she was one of the new race
she actually said she hated the candle lit meals
I don’t want to get fed I need to get laid
could she have been so far from his reality
so vulgar, has a relationship become a five minute fuck
because the woman needs to be seen on Instagram?
what happened to foreplay and strawberries?

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