A Mutual Attraction

A poem from 2018

She was beautiful

I mean, seriously beautiful

And at the time I didn't realise

The attraction was mutual

It was a foul day

Chucking it down with rain

Seriously pouring

And I looked like a drowned rat

An unfashionable drowned rat

I went into the bank

Not to get out of the rain

But because I needed to go to the bank

And I was served by the most beautiful girl in the world

I left with an internal sigh

Days later I discovered a mystery

My mother told me she'd spoken to Vicky

Who works in the same bank

After I'd left Vicky had the following conversation with Miss Beautiful (Miss Beautiful kicked it off)

“He can come in here any time!”

“Who?”

“Him. The attractive one.”

“That's my next-door neighbour. He's training to be a priest.” (I wasn't)

“Just my luck!”

(I was amazed that a beautiful girl seemingly couldn't find a boyfriend and found a bedraggled wretch attractive. Mind you, they probably say the same thing twenty times a day about different men)

So, Paul, my mother said,

You can go in there anytime!

(Of course I can, it's a bank! Rolls imaginary eyes)