Due to all the *****ing and moaning lately, I thought maybe I'd lighten things up and tell a cute little story about how we might, just MIGHT take things a little too seriously. This is a short while back, so if my lady reads this.... it was pre "us."
So, I'm at a swimming pool, drinking and talkin' normal guy shit. We had quite the group gathered. Well, there were some pretty good looking talent there, also. We all played volleyball, and it got pretty competitive. Well, this one lady was pretty, "athletic" and kinda hot. So, we got to where, when the chance arose, I'd nail the spike at her on every occasion. So would she, at me, when the chance arose. Well, water volleyball led to talkin' crap about softball, basketball, and other sports. She was blonde, 5'3" , athletic, and competitive. Great.
Well, as you guessed it, the "pool thang" came up. "My dad ran a pool hall in Pittsuburgh." "Oh yeah, well I've never seen you hit a ball and I'll give you the eight." This went back and forth for a while, drinking the whole time (of course). We got pretty friendly and the "pool bond" got me in pretty good. We had gotten a little closer and wrestling in the water and you guessed it. This was gettin' good. So, I talked her into meeting me at the pool later in the evening.
She showed up, bikini ready. Things were going better and better when she suggested to hit the bar. Well, Sharkey's was across the street, so I met her there and she went into the whole "I played daily and taught by the best" crap again. How'd this end?
You guessed it. I gave her the eight and beat her 11-2 for $50. Did I blow it?
So, I'm at a swimming pool, drinking and talkin' normal guy shit. We had quite the group gathered. Well, there were some pretty good looking talent there, also. We all played volleyball, and it got pretty competitive. Well, this one lady was pretty, "athletic" and kinda hot. So, we got to where, when the chance arose, I'd nail the spike at her on every occasion. So would she, at me, when the chance arose. Well, water volleyball led to talkin' crap about softball, basketball, and other sports. She was blonde, 5'3" , athletic, and competitive. Great.
Well, as you guessed it, the "pool thang" came up. "My dad ran a pool hall in Pittsuburgh." "Oh yeah, well I've never seen you hit a ball and I'll give you the eight." This went back and forth for a while, drinking the whole time (of course). We got pretty friendly and the "pool bond" got me in pretty good. We had gotten a little closer and wrestling in the water and you guessed it. This was gettin' good. So, I talked her into meeting me at the pool later in the evening.
She showed up, bikini ready. Things were going better and better when she suggested to hit the bar. Well, Sharkey's was across the street, so I met her there and she went into the whole "I played daily and taught by the best" crap again. How'd this end?
You guessed it. I gave her the eight and beat her 11-2 for $50. Did I blow it?