Yes I went. On a date. Like everyone told me I should, like the world expected me to. I agreed to it and I went.
He was kind, confident, very good looking. He had the car, the job, the house and a designer wardrobe. He was polite, chivalrous and ever so respectful.
We had a wonderful time and got on really well. The date was well thought out, well planned and a total surprise. I felt like I was so special.
We talked, we laughed, we felt at ease in each others company. A success I hear you say! Yes, a success in theory, a success to the untrained eye.
Except the night was tinged with sadness. With doubt. Because when I looked across the table and looked into his eyes, I didn't feel the earth spin. I didn't get lost in his gaze. There were no butterflies. No feeling of complete calm and peace in the very deepest part of my soul. There was something missing in him. Something that can't be replaced by his huge house and his flashy car and his expensive watch.
You see it didn't take long to work out the problem... It's simple.
when I looked across the table, I didn't see you.
I guess in my heart I always hope in the end it will be me and you. . .
