Warning: naughty language ahead!

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Fuck first dates that are magic,

Because they always end in fucking. 

Two days later I realize I’ve slept with someone I nearly despise,

But the beginnings were magic.

You rush in;

I want you.

 

But I don’t want your religion.

I don’t want your addiction.

I don’t want your racism.

I don’t want your privilege.

I don’t want your man-child pout.

I don’t want it.

I don’t want you.

 

So fuck first dates.

You can meet me in a parking lot,

Stare at a brick wall for an hour,

Tell me your flaws.

The magic can wait;

I want cardboard

Before flames.

 

Because I’m sick of first dates that prey on my conception of love,

Sunrises on the world’s best beaches,

Hand-prepared favorite meals and jazz.

Symphonies,

Surfing,

Coffee bars straight off Instagram.

 

I’m fucking sick of the tricks

That get me into bed.

Fuck first dates—

I’ll take the second date instead.

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