(Spunky blond blows through door. Waves; skips toward brunette in line.)
“You know your poem?”
“Well, check THIS out.”
(Laptop opens. Cupid.com blinks alive.)
“Shut up & read!”
(55Fiction Seeking Friend with Benefits.)
“K, what about this?”
(scrolls to favorite song)
It is Friday! Sadly, not too fabulous for this gal because it is my weekend to man the fort. However, it did give me time today to fashion a 55 for the G-Man. I hope I’m not too late! Visit him, he has a standing date for all of us wishing to write a 55.
Sidebar on this one…I wrote a poem for fun yesterday regarding the online dating scene, saying that it would be better if some just wrote what they mean, aka “Friend with Benefits”. This is just a bit of an add on to that quirky tale. I was going to do Fleetwood Macs, “Lies” but then I saw the Stone’s “Angie”, couldn’t resist changing the end of the story a bit.
Cheers ~ Angela (or, if the Stones are singing, Angie )
Posted by angela on 2011/07/22
Warning, I do believe that biking to work in this heat (all week the heat index over 100) has cooked my brain, let alone my funny bone. Ergo, read the ‘poem’ below with caution as it is snarky and without tactful humour. Inspired, in part, by a recent New Yorker article about the online dating scene. Ghastly, just ghastly, but it allowed me to have a bit of fun.
“Friends with benefits”, I wish that is what some chap’s tag
would confess amidst lines of “A hand to hold” or a
“Lug to love”. Please! What of love (I use That word loosely)
according to the New Yorker, an online smorgasboard,
a virtual buffet of mystery meet, their date of expiration
constantly changin’. Love the skin you’re in, or is it browning
to leather; but, don’t you wear it well according to that
ten-years-gone picture; forty, really, or is it time to retire
What of fate when the date comes via eBay, you won,
(or did he) highest bullshitter. Human merchandising gone
vulgar, a shirtless muscled machismo profile pic (Photoshop, I know)
on top that chrome dressed hog, so innocent with that smirk
and quote, “I like dogs”. And, I do, but I am no fool and refuse
to fall for that line regarding “A lifetime of memories to behold”.
Be Bold! Tell me you just swiped the hive looking for honey; a B….,
a bee,(a queen, indeed) will be less likely to be a drone if you just
be honest when you say, “Just seeking friendship(and perhaps a lay)”.
Posted by angela on 2011/07/21