Not Horseshoes
Bowling day--
Set goals--Ryn to break 100 two games in a row, Spud to break 80 twice.
Got there early and managed to find my lucky ball.
First Game: Ryn-120, Spud--87 (he got a strike on the first ball of frame 10 and had a bit of a meltdown afterwards not wanting to finish the frame, then wanted to do *my* tenth frame. I let him throw my last ball at the lonely 10 pin that I almost never pick up anyway, he didn't either)
Second Game: Ryn--129 (frame 6--pick up that 10 pin for a spare, do a dance for getting the ball to stay on the lane and not curve inward for the first time in like seven attempts at that pick-up. Frame 7--strike, Frame 8--strike, Frame 9--the pressure gets to me and I only manage to hit the 7 pin, taking resetting myself I throw the second ball in the perfect manner I'd meant to do before to claim my spare. So close, and yet.) Spud--82.
Both having met our goals. My new one is to continue to get there early enough to find that ball.
On a related note--this is week 5 of league play. Week 3--a bowler in the league asked me if I had a boyfriend. I paused mid-truthful answer and after a split-second of reading his intent lied and said 'yes. yes I do' and made a gesture with my left hand that is still wearing the silver ring T got me for my birthday. He sighed and said 'That's to bad, because I would have liked to date you.' (or something very similar to that)
I then sighed with relief at having read the situation correctly and telling him said lie.
CW's a nice enough guy and all of that, and relatively uh--normal(?)--for someone in this league, but--no. It was his birthday that day too and all I caught about his age is that there was a six in it. Whether that number was 36, 46 or 60 I can't tell you.
Week 4--I was giving out high fives to congratulate bowlers having good frames (depending on their skill level) and keeping people from bowling on other people's turns. And at one such high-five moment with CW, he held my hand extra long and kissed it. ...um, okay.
Week 5--Again with the high-fives. A lot more given out as encouragement this time. A few CW high-fives were more like solid hand-grasps/squeezes. (this I've gotten used to) ONE, however, turned into an awkward hug after which I felt like I'd just been felt-up. (I should say it didn't come across as an innocent hug and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling for a bit.)
Similar to the annoyed, uneasy feel I get when Spud comes up behind me and puts his arms around me in a possessive manner. Which he did repeatedly towards the end of the second game and I had to keep separating his arms from me and holding them off to the side.
Have I ever mentioned that upon watching Firefly I began calling Spud "River" whenever he'd start acting possessive. (there must be a more apt word for this sentiment)
Set goals--Ryn to break 100 two games in a row, Spud to break 80 twice.
Got there early and managed to find my lucky ball.
First Game: Ryn-120, Spud--87 (he got a strike on the first ball of frame 10 and had a bit of a meltdown afterwards not wanting to finish the frame, then wanted to do *my* tenth frame. I let him throw my last ball at the lonely 10 pin that I almost never pick up anyway, he didn't either)
Second Game: Ryn--129 (frame 6--pick up that 10 pin for a spare, do a dance for getting the ball to stay on the lane and not curve inward for the first time in like seven attempts at that pick-up. Frame 7--strike, Frame 8--strike, Frame 9--the pressure gets to me and I only manage to hit the 7 pin, taking resetting myself I throw the second ball in the perfect manner I'd meant to do before to claim my spare. So close, and yet.) Spud--82.
Both having met our goals. My new one is to continue to get there early enough to find that ball.
On a related note--this is week 5 of league play. Week 3--a bowler in the league asked me if I had a boyfriend. I paused mid-truthful answer and after a split-second of reading his intent lied and said 'yes. yes I do' and made a gesture with my left hand that is still wearing the silver ring T got me for my birthday. He sighed and said 'That's to bad, because I would have liked to date you.' (or something very similar to that)
I then sighed with relief at having read the situation correctly and telling him said lie.
CW's a nice enough guy and all of that, and relatively uh--normal(?)--for someone in this league, but--no. It was his birthday that day too and all I caught about his age is that there was a six in it. Whether that number was 36, 46 or 60 I can't tell you.
Week 4--I was giving out high fives to congratulate bowlers having good frames (depending on their skill level) and keeping people from bowling on other people's turns. And at one such high-five moment with CW, he held my hand extra long and kissed it. ...um, okay.
Week 5--Again with the high-fives. A lot more given out as encouragement this time. A few CW high-fives were more like solid hand-grasps/squeezes. (this I've gotten used to) ONE, however, turned into an awkward hug after which I felt like I'd just been felt-up. (I should say it didn't come across as an innocent hug and I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling for a bit.)
Similar to the annoyed, uneasy feel I get when Spud comes up behind me and puts his arms around me in a possessive manner. Which he did repeatedly towards the end of the second game and I had to keep separating his arms from me and holding them off to the side.
Have I ever mentioned that upon watching Firefly I began calling Spud "River" whenever he'd start acting possessive. (there must be a more apt word for this sentiment)