A Second Date After Two Years

He brought us the bill and she said
are you going to be hetero-normative
and I said you were too slow
as if speed has anything to do
with history, equality, oppression,
traditions of pay, etc., as if
dating is a competition and I wanted
to win, as if the prize was two swipe rights
and a match on Tinder, a good make out
session in a manual transmission car
in the dead of winter MN.

She came back from the bathroom
after two years and called the NYTimes
crossword on my phone scrabble.
She actually called it scrabble and then
she said I was an English lit major
but I'm no good with words. No shit,
honey, and I'm a CIS male
hetero-normative misogynistic asshole.