First Impressions

I met a cool cat last night.
You know the sort
mean and moody.
Hooded eyes
Two days growth.
Wearing a black leather jacket.
Smoking,
and drinking scotch on the rocks.
The sort girls always give a second look.
The sort on a hot tin roof.
( Or in this case down the local.
listening to Dave play the blues.)
He leaned over, all meaningful,
and asked if I was a lady?
I replied yes last time I looked,
but was he a gentleman?
He ordered another scotch,
and asked what I thought he was?
'A cool Cat', my response.
Still cool, when he told me he lived in Belgium.
Still cool, when talking about the bands he'd seen there.
Warmer, when telling me he was over here for the summer,
visiting his mum.
I lost interest when he told me he was a golf coach.
Cool cats I dig,
but swingers?
No way man,
A lady has to have some principles!