Me playing dodgeball.


He asked me if I wanted to go to play dodgeball.

The answer was no. No, I did not want to play dodgeball. I haven’t played dodgeball in at least 20 years and I’m confident that all I did then was cower in the corner. I mean, I’m pretty much the least athletic person I know. Plus, I bruise easily.

But, I suppose, you can’t complain that you never go on dates and then say no to a date. Right? Even if that date involves having a room full of people continuously throw large heavy objects at you.

So, I said yes.

And I showed up to a high school gym for the first time since high school.

And it was me. And eleven men. And a full-sized basketball court.

And I somehow survived. Unbruised.

Though, three times I ended up being the last person alive on my team. Not because I was any good, mind you, but because I spent most of the game cowering in the corner.


Me playing dodgeball.



p.s. I was so sore afterwards I could hardly move for the next week. Usually when I’m that sore after a date it’s for other reasons…

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • Ali
    October 27, 2016at5:37 pm

    So…is this guy getting a second date? Take him to do something girly, like pedicures or something maybe?

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