The Scoping Defense

Let the record please show:
that the reason I don't have a coherent idea
--much less a fleshed-out piece of writing--
is because
I first dumped the contents of my head and libido onto
a match.com profile and
then spent the rest of my energy and evening
scoping.

Let it also be known:
that in my inbox sits a new message from
a new connection who calls me a
Red Hot Aries! and
who worked hard to cram himself into the definition of
everything I'm looking for and says
I have legs to die for and,
besides that,
wants to take me dancing at our earliest convenience.

I'd say the evening was a success.