Well Enough Yet (NaPoWriMo #5)

On the phone,
Grandma says “Good”
when I didn’t fuck him, yet.
“Keep it that way,” she tells me;
I don’t know him well enough
to start something.

But what is left to do?

On day 1 I compared him to ex-boyfriends
kissed in clubs
he picked dog shit up
for my friend
and made my drink
with the last ice left
in the fridge freezer drawer.

So what else is there?

What next step to over-tread
like swimming lessons?