Adrenaline Spike

[rinue]

Okay, so I just asked somebody out in a totally non-suave but nonetheless gutzy maneouver. Mostly, I think he was terrified, but he did say yes -- which damnit means I have to come up with something to do on Saturday evening.

"But Romie," you are saying, accompanied by an accusatory finger poke, "you don't date," and in pointing that out you leap to the crux of the matter. I hate dating. I hate dating almost as much as I hate shopping malls, and that's saying something. I don't like doing date things, and I don't like the awkwardness of suddenly and forcibly getting to know someone without the safety net of a group of friends. It's stupid pressure and roleplaying, and damnit.

But there was nothing for it; there's no way in hell we'd run into each other casually since we're 20 miles and 3 years apart and our one mutual compadre is in England for the next month. So it looks like 7 o'clock Saturday night.

Damnit.

Suggestions?

Comments

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooh, good idea. I'm terrible at pool, but I enjoy it enough that I'm okay. Besides, I'm deliberately terrible. I like to play a three person game when possible, which I have dubbed "idiot ball." Two people play normally, and the third person is the free radical who obeys no rules and throws random unpredictability in the game. The important key to winning is "style points" which count for a hell of a lot more than actually winning.

Ahhh, those were the days. (I used to live just under a pool hall.)

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

i only play pool if i am allowed to move the ball if it is too close to the edge or in an improbable place. its okay because i never win anyhow. and whenever i play in a crowded place people come and laugh at some of my more freaky and yet stylish moves. let it be said, i can't hit a ball straight into a pocket but if i aim a certain way it will go completely the opposite, bounce off three cushions and go in. damn, i'm tired.