
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.
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…
Ali
October 27, 2016at5:37 pmSo…is this guy getting a second date? Take him to do something girly, like pedicures or something maybe?
Val Bromann
October 28, 2016at9:32 amEh, he asked if he could call me sometime but then never called me. So probably won’t see him again.