Ode to nice

ODE TO NICE

My youthful heart did thump and ache
for perfect love I read in books.
When Nice slid up and took my hand
I pulled away with frightened looks.

An ideal mate wormed through my brain -
a smile, those eyes, that steady voice.
I searched in vain - for I was vain -
to think it really was my choice.

On almost every Friday night,
my heart would swell and pound,
for there across the bar or club,
my true love I had found.

That look, the build, those clothes just right,
brown hair, blue eyes, teeth white as ice;
My eager heart throbbed and rejoiced,
while I dredged up my sultry voice.

My place or his? We'd drive away;
a life to plan . . . but first to play.
And when the sun began to show,
to work or golf . . . he'd need to go.

Always then, my sadness flared.
My perfect mate just hadn't cared.
For when he saw "her" inside his head,
it was not me he took to bed.

And all the while, Nice sat and stared
and cursed that he had never dared,
to trap me in his arms and state,
"Given half a chance, I could be great."

I imagine most people can relate to this. I've dated friends before with different endings but none of them ended terribly. One just happened to move away but we still kinda keep in touch. This is a nice little piece with a nice, compact narrative that has a real universal quality to it.

Dating friends is a good thing imo. You eventually drift away from alot of friends anyways, so its worth the risk. Plus if ur friends before hand there is a much better chance u will know them better before you get into a relationship so has a higher chance of success (in theory)