Lesson Learned: Never Criticise A Woman's Choice Of Perfume Poem by Gary Diamond

There was the girl I’d met a week before.
She was good looking enough
and at the time it seemed we had
enough in common too.

I arranged another date and that
went less well.
I wasn’t assertive enough and
I should have challenged her more.
Maybe it was the fact I challenged her
at all
that she took exception to.

“You know, you perfume smells
like Turkish Delight.” I said
because it did.
She turned her nose up.

“Well I think it smells
quite nice.
It’s called Ghost.”

“Better not to wear perfume
than to wear that.”

The words came out.
Then I realised.
I said 'em.

“It was a gift
from an old friend
of mine.”
I was going to stop
but I’d had enough drink
to kill the remaining
inhibitions.

I thought
well
she speaks her mind
about me
so only fair
I should do the same.

“Well
he can’t be much
of a friend.”

That was the end of that date.
I didn't have to ask.
I just deleted her number
And moved on.