The Illusion of Technique in Dating

Use technique in all your choices
Dress according to the book
Talk only on approved topics
No departures shall you brook

Be self-conscious in your doings
Until drink takes that away
Only then will you act freely
But unwisely, sad to say

So we follow our techniques and
Go on dates robotically
And then wonder why we’re lonely
Mis-connect neurotically

If you’re going to be with someone
First of all, you have to be;
We can only be ourselves and
Then things happen
Naturally

What Do You Know?

“Hello. What do you know my friend?”
She asked me, walking in the room.
I’ve thought it about long, since then,
For I said little.
So she might assume

That little is all that I know.
Which might be right, I cannot say:
My learning, seems to come and go.
I did say that I liked
Her new perfume…

Old Poem, Written Age 36

This dating thing is very strange
It’s changed from what it was:
I seem to be more popular.
Perhaps that is because

I have a job now, and a child.
It’s nothing that I’ve said:
I don’t think I’m more interesting
But they’re more
Interested

Skipping Steps

Perhaps because everything we want to know
Is there instantaneously:
We’ve the modern tendency just to expect –
By bad analogy –

That we, in relationships, just can skip steps.
Which makes no sense at all:
For humans are not information age bots,
We can’t walk till we crawl.

For instance, I think, at the minimum, we
Must meet to fall in love:
I also think if we’re to co-habitate
Each must be worth of

Full trust in the other. And that stuff takes time.
But we constantly slip
By jumping head without testing the ground
Past all the steps
We skip