I thought we might last, going happily on
Only to realize one day you had gone.
I didn’t really know my dark eyed blond.
Won’t you be my forever jolie blon?
She left me notes in my bedside drawer
And toothpaste hearts on my bathroom mirror
Only to parse meanings of every word
Ill-defined, as if by an unread lawyer
Put your head back upon my shoulder, dear
You have nothing to lose or a thing to fear
I promise I’m here for a day and a year
As long as you might possibly like, I swear
Jolie Blon, I think I might be getting old
Your love was warming, but I’m getting cold
#rutgers #jerseyshore #tinder #onlinedating #poetry #poem #jolieblon
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I started this blog to chronicle my entry into the online dating world. Some of you might find it interesting to witness my adventures. As it goes on, I find myself adding some fiction, reviews, and general commentary. I hope you follow and enjoy.
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Race: White
Profession: Construction supervisor
Smokes: No
Drinks: Socially
Drugs: No
Religion: a wandering Catholic
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