A poem by Ben Edwards An Autism Organization Like a Date You sit by the movie theater waiting for your date. He said he was going to meet you for dinner and a movie and he promised hed meet you at 3:30. You are as anxious as ever. 3:30 arrives.... You expect to see him. Its ok. Hes only a minute late. 3:35. Your anxious but you decide to wait a little longer. 4:00. Your telling yourself hell be there. Just wait a little longer. 4:30. You realize its too late to get dinner but you can still see the movie if he arrives in five minutes. 4:31. You decide to call your date just to let him know you thought you two were meeting at 3:30, wondering if something came up and you hope youll see him soon. 4:50. He hasnt called you or texted you. You are a little annoyed because you paid for the ticket, drove all the way out here, and spent hours on your hair and make-up and he hasnt called or texted you or showed up. Hell be here. We can still go out to eat. It will be just the same. 5:15. Still waiting on the bench you decide to take a walk around the strip mall. You walk by the bar: There he is! Kissinf that girl who gave you hell since the eighth grade. Its ok, you tell yourself. He said he loves me. I dont want to hurt him by rocking the boat, and I know how he can get whens he mad. Your date said hell show up, but he never has. Autism Speaks is the rude date. Those who depend on them are the girl.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 03:04:27 +0000
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