but when you are alcohol free
at a friend-of-a-friend's party,
you head straight for the desserts.
That is where I fell in love
with Rozie, the British writer
with big beautiful eyes
and a wide welcoming smile.
Tinder? Bumble? Hinge?
No, sorry, I still believe
in unexpected encounters,
eye contact, lust, luck and timing.
"Take me to a museum
and fuck me in the bathroom,"
she said when I asked her out.
"It will be a work of art," I replied.