Hang on. Who says you can't and won't have love? I didn't mean for a poem about a kiss that took place 16 years ago to set you off, luv. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. The first date poem is really sort of a companion piece to "Tyrannosaurus Meds," to show my relationship with my ex-wife at its most exciting and anticipatory and then show it as it disintegrated. There may be more love traveling through the ether in your direction than you know. Your life could change more quickly than you anticipate. "One never knows, do one?" -- Fats Waller. Think chocolate, sweetie. Cheshire Cat