Look me up on Google; see if you like me.
Can I take you for a crepe, maybe one that's doused in orange liqueur?
I am clearly over your desired age limit, and I'm balding.
You seem like a really good woman. I hope you meet a really good man.
I misplaced my apostrophe in the previous email. I don't usually do that. I apologize.
I'm attracted to your 100 yard gaze; that is all.
Maybe you don't think its safe to have coffee with me after only two emails.
So, you're a teacher. I guess you like kids?
Writing back and forth can be so unromantic. Takes the thrill out of dating, no?
Here's a link to my Facebook page; that way you can see that I exist, credibly.
I have a gut feeling we'd get along.
I'll understand if you don't write back.
The site says that you and I are a zero percent match; but I'm writing because I liked your smile.
Amy Schreibman Walter is an American poet living in London.
Her work has appeared in numerous journals online and in print, and her chapbook, Coney Island and
Other Places was published by Lulu Press in 2013.
All lines in this poem were received in an actual online dating inbox.
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Online Dating Inbox
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