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Dating is a part of a relationship that is unique, diverting and pleasurable. In the beginning you feel a nervous excitement that can't be calmed.

As your relationship continues, dating serves as a captivating way to find out who a person really is.

Though the initial excitement and nervousness may fade, the security and love that replaces it is beautiful too. I was looking through poems on this site to identify with, yet I couldn't find one that fit my current emotions.

Naturally, I wrote one and am going to immediately post it.

He wants to know what I’m looking for, and whether I have any kids, the latter, apparently, being the sort of thing people sometimes neglect to mention. I spent two days listening to the four albums he prescribed before the email arrived: he said our connection lacked spark. When he tells me what he does I’m not sure whether he’s joking or not so I laugh, and he says—in a tone that is hurt or injured or just plain angry— This date ends with us splitting the check but not before he discovers an unexpected new source of hilarity (to him): the busboy. When the busboy walks away, the clown drops more food in the same spot. Ten minutes before it is supposed to start, it starts: I see him crossing the street in front of my car on the corner beside the downtown hotel where we will meet. I walk in, around, spot him at a table beside a window, beside a very green plant. His movements, though deliberate, lack conviction: like the night is an instrument he is just learning to play.