Love In L.A. Poem by Tom Courtney

And I don't want to know what's in it
Just mix it all up, and plop me right in it
And a one and a two, and it's in that we go
Love's got a recipe, you'll never know

Just give me a chance, that's all I ask
As worthy a man, I'm up to the task
Ready for all that woman has waiting
Wishing and hoping, anticipating

Been single so long, I can't remember
A bachelor so long, it's time to dismember
This most basic of man's institutions
I'm looking for answers, seeking solutions

The woman appears a tempting approach
The practiced convention with plenty to coach
Mom wants it, Dad wants it – add subtle heft
To the argument – do it – not much is left

And the women are nice, as they come and they go
Some that pass by you, some that you know
The colors and shapes, the temperaments, sizes
A wink and a glance, sweet talk tantalizes

The women of species outnumbers the men
The rooster should have it so good with the hen
The woman of species is quick to outwit
If you stand to greet, then she'll choose to sit

Would be simpler by far if they'd let you try
The rules that you'll be expected to buy
A lot of romance is intrigue of unknown
While dating who knows what seeds can be sown?

Be calm, coalesce, let the feelings emerge
Don't question emotion, why stifle the urge?
Go ahead, plunge right in, there's nothing that's new
Whatever comes up has been tried before you

So the advice it is legion, each one's got his say
But I got solutions, and that's my own way
Don't think what you're doing, it's not of the mind
Just be your own self, and find your own kind

For starters I have an approach to the quandary
I'm going to check out the babes at the laundry