“Light-hearted; merry; cheerful”
I’d spent the whole afternoon procrastinating the event;
Creating dramatizations of all the possible negative outcomes,
Spotlighting every bitter detail, my awkward words and clumsy movements.
It was just a cup of coffee, with a guy I once knew at school;
But to me, it was an opportunity to replace the weird high-school girl I once was,
With the successful business-woman, I’d grown into over the past eight years.
I’d built it up so much, that I’d made myself ill;
Dry-heaving and sweating more than a pig in a sauna,
I’d scraped myself out of the car and dragged myself into the cafe.
I’d planned to fake “sick” or to lave for an “appointment” if it began to fall apart,
As I suspected that it would.
But when I’d arrived, much to my surprise, he too was a nervous wreck.
To cut a long story short, the whole evnt went nothing like I’d anticipated,
One could perhaps go as far as saying the event was somewhat blithesome.
Turns out he’d had a crush on me when we were teenagers,
Though back then he’d never had the guts to ask me on a date.
It’s funny how we always catastrophise, jumping to the worst of all our outcomes,
We’d rather be prepared to be disappointed, than suspecting of great things.