Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Hey guys! So damn sorry for such a long break. Actually I promised myself not to be so much socialluly active until I get done with my NEET. But I ended up breaking it. No, I don't use any social media stuff right now, but blogging also takes time, right?
So this is a story cum poem which I wrote days back. I never thought of posting it here and so it didn't come out. But I really feel this as the best work of mine till date. So let's not waste any time and show you the stuff..

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Just two more minutes, he yelled for an hour 

I sat quietly hoping to see his car

He isn't far away, I kept thinking

Those last moment rejections kept me shrinking

I have to impress him this time

My parents already felt me grime

I was already twenty-five

And unmarried yet was difficult to be alive

I had Vitiligo

It isn’t a disease, but a vertigo

Those face creams were tired to rest upon my skin

They made me a constant feeling of chagrin

My mother told me, they love curvy but slim

They love fair, less dim

I was taught to eat less than healthy

I was taught to keep shut and remain stealthy

My opinions mattered the least

To reduce friction between my mind and my words, they often greased

The last rejection caused my parents in despair

And that was enough of me to bear

The number of face creams I used doubled

An unquestioned boy was what I struggled

And so, I waited for him for an hour and two now

This is the last time to anyone I bow

And there he arrived

Smiling at me, contrived

He was probably here to file with me a contract

We were to make a story, and not a fact

He greeted me, looking up and down

He obviously noted the light and dark brown

We talked about our families and stuff

He wasn’t that bimyou or bluff

He loved my smile, he said

I thought he should be honest instead

He grabbed the Menu and ordered two cups of cappuccino

Uh ho, it was quite andantino

I smiled and tried to maintain that contact

I just didn’t want him to distract

The waiter brought the Coffee

I was astounded to see his abnormality

He was too rude for a cup on his pants

The waiter was fortunate for his grants

He apologised for his uncertainty

But the man stood up in front of me

I had to have him today for sure

So I tried to calm him up and allure

He cleaned himself in the washroom

And I kept sucking myself for my doom

We didn’t talk about too much after that

And that date ended up matt

He didn’t bother to give the waiter a tip

And after that, I didn’t found him equip

I asked for his answer in the car

His answer was quite bizarre

‘You are good but I should think,

Give me some time to sync’

My heart told me it was a no

For my parents, I didn’t had a face to show

I felt disappointed for the waiter there

He might already have his job lost declared

So I rushed back to the Café and paid him his tip

And that moment had a large flip

He declined it and asked for a favour instead

‘I couldn’t do anything for you, I’m scared’

Can we date once? He asked

And today I’m marrying him, both of us basked.

Please do comment your opinions about this. Thanks for reading.

Until next, 

Vidhi