Blind Date

Well, he looked the part
I thought he might play,
until he called for a steak
medium rare
with a side of rack of lamb,
staring at my tofu
and quiche,
whilst expounding his distaste,
for vegan beliefs.
“A poet?” he exclaimed,
no attempt even, to disguise,
how much of a surprise,
I had turned out to be.
“How very queer”.
His ex had been,
some sort of engineer.
I nodded politely.
“Sure,” I said,
secretly relieved,
that we’d agreed to meet
here, for atleast
it meant we could each
go our own way.
Just a few more minutes-
he's brought his wheels,
and I, my feet.