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I feel its approach,

Inevitable as death:

Internet dating.

I walk home alone,

Bag covered in Wotsits dust.

Should this depress me?

My childhood sweetheart

Has a toddler, and a gut,

But I’d take him back.

I am convinced that

All available men are

Somehow damaged goods.

This town is alive

With everything except

Eligible men.

I smile to myself

Because I have a secret:

My time is my own.

Halloween party;

I go as the Swedish Chef.

Note to self: not cute.

Sadly, the only

Guy I’m going steady with

Is my bartender.

What makes me nervous

Is the thought that I’ll forget

How to date at all.

After a dry spell

It’s impressive how quickly

Standards are lowered.