The wait before the date

She gave me a ring, let’s meet up at 6,
It was 5:45 already, she had put me in a fix,
I called up my friends, sorry but don’t wait,
I got a call, I’m going on a date.

I opened my cupboard, took out my best shirt to wear,
Then off to the mirror, I had to style my hair,
I struggled with my jeans, borrowed deo from a friend,
Another look at my watch told me, I had to run till the end.

It was 6:10, I reached, expectantly looked at the door,
Did I really expect her, to be waiting on the road??
I looked in my pocket, fumbled with my phone,
Dialled her number, gave her a call.

My call was ignored so I decided to wait,
Another look at my watch told me, as usual she was late.
I wondered what she’d wear, the smell of her hair,
Till a guard on his bike, gave me a strange stare.

I wondered what to do, fidgeted with my keys,
It was 6:30 already, while I was waiting under the trees.
She gave me a call, I’ll be down in a bit,
I’m getting ready she winked, you’ll be in for a treat.

I was getting restless now, stomping my feet,
I would’ve rather gone with my friends on the beer treat,
I thought of the earful, that she would have to hear,
So the next time this wait, I wouldn’t have to endure.

Then she called me again, come up to the door,
She knew I was restless, and angry for sure,
But then when I saw her, as she opened the gate,
I realised it was worth it, the wait before the date.