Middle-Aged Dating Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

Look at me,53 years old and dating again
After my divorce, dating was furthest from my mind
Years passed, now I'm finally in the prowl
On the way to her house, I'm as anxious as a teen-ager

A 55 year old divorcee, ready to try again
I met her in the supermarket last Saturday
We talked, flirted, exchanged phone numbers
Now I'm on my first date in 18 years

Things have changed since my dating days
What if she offers to pay for dinner and the movie
Some things however have remained the same
Wondering if the night will end with more than a kiss

Middle-aged dating, now that's really something else
Instead of 'will her parents kike me? ' The question is 'how will her children feel about me? '
And will mine like her as much as I do already

At the movie, I put my arm around her cautiously
To my surprise, she leaned over and kissed me
Thinking 'well what do you know, she made the first move'
At dinner, we played footsie under the table

At her door, I kissed her goodnight
She said 'I had a great time, I'd like to see you again'
'So would I how about next Saturday? ' 'Ok it's a date'
'Call me when you get home' she said and kissed me again

Walking home with my head in the clouds, I thought to myself 'she really is great, I can't wait to see her again'
And then, this familiar feeling came over me
'I remember this, it's falling in love'