Game point
It was a surprise date—yay! I haven’t had one of these in awhile. Plus five points.
“Oh, be sure to wear comfortable shoes.� Plus five points. Good thing to know—don’t want to callous up the tootsies.
“Okay so what am I supposed to wear?�
“Nothing in particular…� Minus ten points.
Nothing? Ha. This guy’s got another thing coming. Alright, Freudian slip. I forgave him this time. “Just clothes…casual clothes.� [Nervous laughter] Poor guy… Sigh.
It was about a quarter after six when he picked me up. Plus three points. In a corvette. Plus six points. He came to the door. Three more points. And opened the car door for me. Bump that up two more. His car is a V8 and is incredibly obnoxious—so much so, you can barely carry on a conversation. Minus four points.
He took me mini-golfing. Fun—and something I haven’t done in years. Plus five points. He had an annoying habit of giving me direction and actually wanting to compete a little –even though he already told me he was planning on letting me win either way. Minus ten points.
Next on the list, dinner. At a diner. A studio diner where the waitstaff were all aspiring actors… I’m a thespian at heart so plus fifteen points. The burgers were amazing. Plus five points. And he ordered cheesecake. Yummy. Plus seventeen points. And that wasn’t all.
Then he took me to an improvisation/audience interaction show which was followed by a free sketch comedy show—plus one hundred points. What can I say? I’m a sucker for laughing. And laugh I did. It was great.
Hmm… what is that, 142 points? Not too shabby. Maybe I’ll have to hang on to this one for a little while.
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