She said: This looks like a pretty good spot. Wonder how long it’ll take for him to notice me? I don’t have all day, you know. And, it’s not as if he’s the only available single bird in town.
The rumor is that he’s from one of the Other Lakes and only flies here a few times a year. Nobody told me how old he is. Or if he’s Carrying Extra Baggage.
Like he’s afraid to commit because he feels that Being In a Relationship Will Tie Him Down.
Or, maybe he talks with his beak full or can’t carry on a conversation. What if he hates to dance?
If he’s one of those birds who’s still stuck in adolescent-free-fall, this will be a very short date.
Hm. My left leg is falling asleep. I’ll give him five more minutes and then I might just be Out of Here.
Wait! Was I supposed to wear anything noticeable to make it easy for her to find me? Like a hat or a purple neck tie?
But I hate wearing ties. The hat might have been a nice touch …
Don’t think I was told how old she is. Shouldn’t be that big a deal … unless … God, don’t let her be my daughter’s age! That would be awkward.
I’m beginning to think this Dating Thing is a huge pain in the beak! How much longer am I supposed to hang around here, anyway?
They said: Maybe. Just. Five. Minutes. More. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]