First Impressions continued

''What are you doing tonight?''
a younger man is chatting her up.

She is trying to find a way 
to politely let him know she's not interested
without hurting his feelings.

''Well, my kids are waiting for me and so...''
He presses on, undaunted.
She's bored. 
He is too young and not her type anyway.

Then HE comes along.
Approaching quietly, like a tomcat.
The one she was so hoping to meet that afternoon,
the one she didnt know she was talking to at that moment.

Her first impression of him:
''What kind of eyes are those?
 Gosh....sooo sweet and tender!''
and
''Who are you? It feels like I already know you from somewhere.''

Her second thought:
''Please ask me out. 
YOU should be the one to ask me out, 
not that boring boy who's trying to chat me up.
Go ahead and ask me out, I'll say yes!''

He doesn't ask her out.
Instead, he offers to escort her
to the nearest subway station.
It's getting late.

And she asks for his number first.
Fuck convention.
She wants to have a way to keep in touch with him.

But he wasn't planning 
on leaving her alone, anyway.

He had already schemed and staged their meeting after all...
Her clever schemer of a man...