Failure in Love

Poor Samuel is cradling his head looking down at the floor.

"Samuel," I say, "What's wrong? Did your date go well?"

"No," he says after a long moment,

Finally looking up at me.

I immediately start laughing as I see his face.

"That was the same reaction she had," he says,

            forlornly and with pain in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I say, trying to catch my breath,

Laughter rolling out of me in waves.

"I was only joking when I suggested

You pencil in a unibrow before you

Took her to Red Lobster."

"What's so funny?" he asks,

"Should I have taken her to the Sizzler,

Instead?