Win a date with Tad Hamilton.
I don’t know that I should be watching this,
Fearful that I may become depressed,
That it is not me with a date -
Famous or otherwise.
I hit flashback to something more substantial,
More objective, more emotionally safe
National Geographic, a documentary about bears
Yet, after about two minutes,
The approximate length of commercial airtime,
I hit flashback on the remote control,
Back to Win a Date with Tad Hamilton,
Oh no. Oh yes.
Oh I wish I could be the girl in the movie,
A romantic plot set to the provocative music of John Meyer
I find myself smiling. Smiling at no one. Smiling alone.
Smiling at Tad and Rosalie, wishing it were me and … …
One day I’ll win a date with my own Tad,
And He’ll want all my goodness to rub off on him,
Just like in the movie.
In real life, I patiently await my first date
That marks the last of all dates,
Yet which begins a journey of many first dates,
Exclusively getting to know some singular Tad Hamilton,
Maybe in a dream, maybe on a date, maybe by 8/8/08!
