No, this wasn’t my date. My last first date was a success.
I went out duck pin bowling with some friends this weekend and the couple next to us was on one of the most interesting dates I’ve seen. We were convinced it was a first date for a while, but the guys lack of inhibition to kiss her said otherwise.
If I was her, here’s how I would have told my friends about this date:
He picked me up at 7:00 for dinner. His car was pretty nice. It was a Honda from the late 2000s. It was clean. He took me to this little Italian restaurant which was really nice. The first couple of dates he wouldn’t let me pay at all, but this time we split the bill. I think it was still a little early for that.
At the end of the meal though, he got really excited about duck pin bowling. It was kind of cute at first, but then he just wouldn’t stop talking about it. It was a little weird.
We got to the bowling alley and he made me pay for my bowling shoe rentals.
We sat down to put our bowling shoes on and he pulled out a pair of wing tipped bowling shoes…blue with gold tips. I thought that maybe it was the only pair that fit him right.
Then he pulled out his own duck pin bowling balls and set them carefully on the ball return. Then he strategically tucked his bowling towel into his back pocket.
The guy in the next lane absent-mindedly reached for his bowling ball and he said, “I’m sorry those are my balls, would you mind using other ones?” That was kind of embarrassing for multiple reasons that I don’t think I need to explain.
He started warming up and told me about form and technique. The date kind of turned into duck pin bowling practice. I would bowl and he would critique my form. He told me I needed more intensity. I thought that it was going to be fun.
He kept leaning in for a quick kiss on the lips, which was awkward, but I kissed him back sometimes. Usually I just let him kiss my cheek.
But get this: he hit me with the towel at one point. It was like we were in a guys’ locker room. I gave him the stink eye and he got the idea.
I think the group next to us was laughing at him the whole time.
We were. We were definitely laughing at him.
The moral of the story: save your duck pin enthusiasm for a little later in the relationship when she may be able to appreciate it more.