Striding adroitly through the garbled air
Never more dapper or debonair
Drawing the attentions of the curious
Aloof, detachted, distinguished
One impulse shy of normalcy
Again without accompaniment, as his own escort
Too honest, too eccentric to play the dating games
Oblivious to the stares and murmurs of the fickle crowd
Destined for another date disaster
Onward into the din of the chattering herd
Keeping a safe distance from himself
No time for amenities, no chance of flirtations or temptations
No corsage to balance the embittered interiors
Wiser in resolve, from vows taken to never again feel
Impervious to the possibility of romance
Undaunted and indifferent,
Masterfully hiding the damage within
Knowing too well the ravages of love gone bad
Never again to experience the horrors of rejection
How many in your party, sir?
One, just one........
Very well, sir. This way..........
Table, table for one..........