Who's That Girl? Poem by Denis Martindale

I woke up at what looked like half-past-five in the morning. I was thirsty, so I got up and went to the kitchen. On hearing the phone ringing, I left the kettle and answered the call.

"Am I speaking to the most beautiful girl in the world? "
"Sorry to disappoint you, but the last time I checked, I was definitely of the male gender."
"Well, can I speak to Mary? "
"Mary who? "
"Mary Cartwright."
"She doesn't live here..."
"So she's not there at all? "
"She never has been, so you've got the wrong number! "
"She gave me this number! "
"OK, what's the number she gave you! "
"Ha, ha, ha! Nice try! "
Then the guy ended the call...

So, there I was... thinking... Was she the most beautiful girl in the world? If so, then it wouldn't hurt to test a few similar phone numbers to mine. I could find her and date her and with Saint Valentine's Day just a few day away... Who knows?

So there I was, with a few phone calls done and no luck at all. Nothing in the phone directories. After an hour, I almost gave up. I tried a Google search for the local area and her name came up just once. Her website pictures weren't exactly promising. I decided the pictures had nothing to do with this guy's dream girl. By the afternoon, I was bored to tears with Mary Cartwright... It was then that I started catching up on my emails. Then I saw her email.

Sorry about the mix up with me using your phone number. I saw it in the local paper and told a guy to ring me there. He just wouldn't leave me alone, you see.

The email ended with her name, Mary Carstairs. So I realised she lied about her surname as well. So I checked Google again and the phone books again and couldn't find anything else of worth.

I'm not going to do anything more to find her... I'm not going to reply to the email either... My life is complicated enough without meeting the most beautiful girl in the world. In any case, I'm already in love with Supergirl... and she's out of this world...


Denis Martindale February 2019.