Money Did Not Impress Her

 
Her caption read: It was honesty, integrity and intelligence she admired most
and practically ordered me not to try to impress her
with money or what I own like the other men do on the profiles they post
and assured me that she was not looking for a man to be her benefactor. 

We exchanged emails on poets, novelists and society on this dating site.
She praised my writing and suggested we talk on the phone.
I was delighted and loved her mind and thought we might have a date that night.
She considered my photo handsome and loved the sound of my voice and irreverent tone. 

I told her she was beautiful and sensual and very smart.
She agreed, and laughing , said I was the first man who didn’t mention her top heaviness too.
“You just might be my archetypal woman,” I said. “ You’re also a physical work of art.”
"You are a dear,"  she said.  Then asked in a serious tone: “What is it that you do?” 

“It’s on my profile,” I said. “I write poetry and I’m a cashier at the Walmart in  Biddeford."
“You work at Walmart?   Oh, dear . . .I must have missed that. Thanks for the call.” And the line went dead.