I never believed in storybook
romances,
and it’s a good thing
since that’s not
what I ended up with.
I did try –
got myself all the right butterflies
and found the perfect shade
of glasses –
for seeing the guy
in the absolute best light,
no matter
the warnings that kept blaring.
One, two, three strikes.
And then some foul balls that
looked good at first.
That’s all I know about baseball
and dating,
summed up together.
Then I found it –
right where I didn’t expect
Probably wouldn’t
make the best Hallmark movie,
but still my favorite.
I’m hooked, snores and all.