Garçon!

The waiting makes me cranky.
The waiting makes me
cranky.
The waiting makes
me cranky.

It shouldn't. When I get dressed at the very last minute, when I start washing my hair when I've said I was already out the door. People get caught in traffic, get delayed by last-minute arguments with parents, simply move slower than they'd like to. I of all people should know.

And I shouldn't.

What's with the hurry? Savor the anticipation, always always frantic to get to the moment.
Slow approach, nice and easy, no need to get all antsy, let the wanting wait.
So what if he's an hour late? Hopefully that means extending your time together
an hour longer. ---