A day spent painting what one loves is never a bad thing.
THE BLIND DATE
A girl had a blind date once.
Junior prom, private school.
The date, a friend's brother.
He dressed, she dressed, formal and all.
Three couples, sister, date, and 2 others.
A dance, maybe two, a few words.
Neither impressed.
Food served, He, headache first, left.
She escaped to the dorm, hid her humiliation.
Shower, and bed. He walked a mile to his guest house.
Two prior blind dates for school dances.
The boys had been sweet,
Regular, fun guys from the town,
Who were not from rich homes.
Prom boy spoiled, troubled.
She blamed herself.
A short story kept secret for many years.
She understands more now.
She has daughters of her own.
The ups and downs never change.
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