Poems for online dating
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This poem is about someone who sort of fades into your life and end up meaning the world to you. You are one of those people That so effortlessly slip Into my unsuspecting life.
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(This is how we get pickier as we age—pattern-recognition, the erosion of goodwill.) Might as well scare off the weak ones.
So first things first: that profile could be made less patient. Less accommodating— to all the wanderers seeking shelter—you’re not shelter.
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Or—no need— let it stand there; you still can’t see it.) But who needs happy when you’ve got all these lemons. Goodbye, finally, to all of you who wrote perfectly nice messages—not crass, not cut-and-paste twee, not mean, (not funny), just perfectly fucking polite and decent messages that conveyed nothing so much as “I am interested in you as a human being,” which I probably ignored, possibly unfairly, my fear of being too much to someone more profound, still, than my wariness of being too little.