On Dating #2

God.
God. 
I just had a narrow escape.
It's this, isn't it?
What you've been trying to tell me?
I'm sorry for being deaf to your voice.
I couldn't read the currents
you want me to follow.
It may help if I have a map,
but I know it won't be fair.
You let me dive headfirst,
and I'll let you pull me out.
It's the deal.

While we're at it, may I just ask,
how many literate, monogamous,
family-minded, self-reliant,
tax-paying, porno-averting,
heterosexual, unmarried males have you made
in the last thirty to thirty-five years?
I just need one, please.
That's a short description, by the way.
I have the complete list
and right now I'm at #146:
"He shall have no previous ballet training."
I will be very jealous if he had.
The list is real.
But we don't need to get all ticked.
A two-third will be nice.

Oh, well.
A girl has to ask.
Or learn how to.