Him: Consider going on a date with me, twerp!
Her: You're funny
(His brain short-circuits, wondering if this is praise or mockery)
Her: Unless you veer towards racist or sexist paths,
We'll date, you dummy - try not to do the math
Him: As a C-section child of divorce, I swear I'm quite proper
Though I might judge the short and sassy, that's a whopper!
Just kidding, but here's a fact that's true:
I'm seventy percent torso through and through
Her: Is that your pickup line, rehearsed and ready?
I bet you've used it, kept it locked and steady
Him: Which part do you mean?
The torso scene?
Her: Honey, this is freestyle, fresh and true
Him: Don't "honey" me - I see right through!
Her: Ooooh! Now show me what you've got planned
I'll judge each suggestion, understand?
Him: This frisky kid here makes me grin...
Lucky you, I'm weird enough to dive right in
(Loading dating options, please stand by...)
[A waterfall of suggestions tumbles forth:
Mini-golf with windmills spinning north,
Bowling alleys where Todd's had enough,
Secret stairs and wine bars - such romantic stuff!]
Her: No golf - you're tall enough as is
Those windmills don't need your business!
[They ping-pong possibilities like pros:
River walks with ethical duck-feeding woes,
Dive bars, tacos, comic book stores,
Each suggestion opening new doors]
Her: Your suggestions give me whiplash, dear
Him: Judge away, little monster, while you're still here
Her: At last, your nicknames show some flair!
Him: Was 'twerp' too bold? I didn't dare...
Her: How about trivia? That could be neat
Him: I know nothing, but I won't retreat
Her: Well, it's cold and I want to dress up nice
So something indoor would suffice
(And somewhere, Cupid puts down his bow,
Knowing these two would give quite a show)