Adulting is childish...

“Sorry! I'm almost there. Not far!”

                                                               That was her last message.

                                                                             I waited 2 hours in that bar.

Another date smiled, greeted me, then—

no exaggeration here—

                                             RAN out the door,

                  when I turned to the cashier.

Next one met me for lunch, said 

            “Where's the restroom?” I got a text

                      at our table, ten minutes later:

“I wasn't feeling it; left.”

                           But I'm not gonna let these give my heart 

                 a hard edge:

                                            strangers shaking me like a new toy,

                                                     tossing me down like garbage.

         Nah, I'm gonna remember 

      that age doesn't make a grown-up.

                                                                    I'm a big boy because 

                                                I can sit on this stool alone,

                          and drink milk from my own cup.