I could tell the kind of girl she was

From the plain way that she dressed.

No frills, nothing fancy

Just Jeans and Cotton Vest.

Careful not to patronise

I asked her for a date,

Telling her she seemed the type

To whom I could relate.

I met her primed for conversation.

She turned up wearing black,

Her dress was slit way up the thigh

And plunged deep at the back.

I talked of Hegel, Marx and Kant,

She flirted with her eyes.

My one- sided conversation was

Punctuated by her sighs.

Later, in her apartment,

she lay down on the bed for me.

Dressed in satin lingerie

She looked a fantasy. I said

Let’s analyse our motivations

She screamed "You’re so unkind."

"I’m feeling really horny but

You only want me for my mind."