Maybe baby, Maybe not

He carried my shopping home twice, We smiled at each other on a regular basis, I had warm fuzzy thoughts, He seemed clean and friendly, We exchanged pleasantries now and then, I considered it a possibility, He's usually on his own and lives up the road, We are both in our sixties, I am single ready to mingle, He caught my attention and said "Hello", We stopped in the Mecca Bingo car park, I noticed he was not wearing a mask, He told me "I looked very well", We both felt an attraction, I realised he fancied me and blushed, He shared his birthplace and marital situation, We were interested in what each other said, I explained my London accent and work status, He chatted about his macho neighbours, We shared our thoughts on the vaccine roll out, I thought to myself "This is going well", He then said "The blacks, they are refusing to take it", We stood socially distanced behind a Bingo hall, I suddenly realised that maybe we were not a match, He had more to say on the subject, not good, We exchanged names, Steve liked that we were both "S's", I thought about 'people of a certain age' but that is me too, He seemed a nice bloke but racist and probably homophobic, We had a spark, a moment, a first date, a friendly chat... I wondered if change was possible, if love could overcome, I laughed at my lack-of-luck in love, I shared my interlude with someone I knew but, not that well… I squirmed as they started to say "Talking of blacks, I'm not..." I screamed inside and quickly headed home, I only nipped out to collect a bloody parcel. FFS.