I remembered, this evening,
When you asked me out for cocktails
In front of everyone,
Two years ago,
And we all blushed in response.
I stared, dumbfounded,
As you gazed back casually.
I said "why not?"
So, instead of going back to Pride,
Where we'd just finished tabling,
We went to Farm,
And drank expensive booze,
And talked about women.
Almost 20 years my senior,
A seasoned queer woman from Chicago,
And I was never more flattered,
And never more regretful of the horrified look I gave them
As we walked out of Boxcar and into the night.