Butterflies

Sweaty palms


Better dry my hands quick


She won’t like them


I gotta make a good impression


I’m getting nervous


My heart is drumming


I’m wondering what to wear


And what she’ll wear?


Hopefully a dress


But then again


What if she does


And I’m in my jeans?


I’ll be a scruff next to this queen


Hopefully she’ll be in them too


But is that what I want?


It’s like she didn’t even try


To impress me or look good


A dress it is


And I’ll wear my favourite top


God this is nerve wracking


How will I spend the next few hours


I’ve never even touched a girl before


Yet here I am


About to embark on a journey


The transition


From boy to man


Scratching the bum fluff on my chin


I’m hoping it’s a success


That she’s happy she spent


A wonderful evening with me


Because I know


No matter what


It will be for me


Unless I do something retarded


I look in the mirror


Try taming my awful hair


Maybe a little flick at the end


I’m tempted to pop my collar


But maybe that’s too much


Suddenly a smile


At my own stupidity


Pushing my chubby cheeks aside


Exposing my rather goofy teeth


My heart still beating


Racing


It must have a mind of its own


I’m making my way out


With my shiny new converses


My brother nudges elbow


“Give her one from me”


The idiot


I’ll be lucky to even hold her hands


With these sweaty palms


And I make my way


Into a world of fear and delight


With butterflies in my stomach


Into new realms


As I’m about to begin my first date