This is one of the funniest things I've ever read!
I remember dating a girl back when I was around 23 years old that hated for me to play pool. "All you do is play pool and party with your band!" she'd say. And she right. She was so jealous of the pool tables that I had to lie whenever I had a game lined up. I'd say I was going to help my brother work on his car, and then run straight to the pool hall. It would be noon on a Saturday. Then Sunday morning she'd wake me up, and I'd still be dressed in the same clothes from the day before. "What's this?" she'd ask, pointing at blue chalk marks on my shirt and that undeniable table grime buildup on the palm and fingertips of my left hand, my bridge hand.
Damn, those were long arguments. And then finally we'd make up, and while I'm holding her and kissing her my mind shifts back to a shot or two from last night, and I wonder if that guy is going to come back and play some more later tonight tomorrow. I give her another kiss and tell myself I'll wash my hands and brush off the chalk next time.
If I had a girlfriend, I do but not here but if she was, I would be very cognizant of which side I sweep in for the kiss and what reaction I would get.
I like how your brain wandered from her to pool but only because I'm on a pool mission but if the day comes where I got to quit, I'll be sure to be a hypocrite and say that was a terrible thing you did.
Yes honey, you're right, pool players are idiots. Is the Bachelor on tonight?