Late Night Blog #64

Strolling into the weekend, I dragged along.
Another weekend, the same old song.
The same routine, the same old lunch,
The same cheap dinner, I have a hunch.
The same Saturday, the same clock in,
The same hours and clock out again.

Don't be too down,
I'll change it around.

Driving home, I wondered.
My restless mind pondered.
What do I do, what do I say,
What action will get me a different day?

So my friend called tonight, he had renewed some news last week,
A group of us were planning to go out soon and seek,
...Date, whatever.
Eight minute dating get toghether.
Held bi weekly somewhat to that extent,
We planned it before, but noone went.

A date, a companion, a woman, a friend,
Maybe that's what I'm missing again.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, I thought,
It's been years since the last I sought,

Since the last I tried, last I checked out.
Why not do this and check it out?
My mind is open, my expectations - gone.
8 minute dates, one on one.

Funny, just the other day I said I wasn't going to be dating.
And now I'm a little pumped, even anticipating.

A country girl? A brunette, a white, hispanic, a blond?
A black, a redhead, who will come on?
Short, tall, medium, thin?
As soon as I find out more, I'll tell yall when.

Boredom, makes a man poetic,
(So he thinks)
Anyone interested in joining up in this thing?
Primarily Matt and Bri.
Everyone else is hooked up,
Sorry.
Let me know, I gotta go.
Before I rhyme again.
F*ck, I stayed up too late again.