That one time
that one girl asked me out
that one decade
back in that one century
during that one millennium over there?
That was nice.

I remember it sometimes
when I think about how things
are going these days
like today.
It helps a bit
with perspective
and makes me realize
that at least once
in different times and places
somebody saw something in me
at least a little bit appealing.

Oh. Pardon?
What’s that you say?
It wasn’t a date
that that girl had asked me out for
but rather
an information session
on what she thought
was my late-developed retardation?
That’s ridiculous.

It’s called intellectual development disorder.
The other thing
just isn’t PC.