I had a mediocre night tonight at bowling - 157, 157 and 146. Actually, my worst night since late September, and I'm in considerable pain at the moment. My arm and, for some reason, my neck and right shoulder blade, are sore. Not good. I feel like I've got a pinched nerve or something, and I can tell that I'm clenching my jaw but I can't seem to stop.
We did manage to take 2 out of 4 points tonight, though, so the team did okay.
The strange thing about this evening was that we were bowling against my ex-boyfriend Kevin's team. We met in mid-December 1998 - it was after my bridge club's Christmas party, so I was dressed up, and I decided to go to Woody's afterwards and have some more alcohol. We stood on opposite sides of the bar, checking each other out for a good hour, each of us saying "I'm too shy to go over there, so you come over here" with our eyes. I broke down first, and for the first time, actually initiated contact. (I'm not good at that. I've only done that one other time, and that was only because
dx4 pushed me into it at the Saturday night QC party at Toronto Trek 16.)
Anyway, Kevin and I went out for a couple of weeks, then he went away to visit his family in Truro, NS over Christmas. He called Christmas Day and we made plans to go out for New Year's. New Year's Eve, he called and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot I'd made plans for this evening with someone else before I met you." So, naturally, I said that he should honour his previous commitment, and we'd get together on New Year's Day.
So, New Year's Day, I took the bottle of Veuve Cliquot I'd bought over to his apartment. Where he dumped me. (Hence my distrust of guys named Kevin ever since. I've never met a Kevin who didn't do something nasty to me.)
Every since then, every interaction between us has been filled with biting remarks. The weird thing is that we don't really dislike each other - it's just that he has a sarcastic wit and he brings out the same in me. (So it's probably just as well that he dumped me. We'd have killed each other by now if he hadn't.)
Tonight, however, there was nothing like that. He was actually nice. He was sociable. He gave me high-fives after strikes and spares.
Makes me wonder what he wants.
We did manage to take 2 out of 4 points tonight, though, so the team did okay.
The strange thing about this evening was that we were bowling against my ex-boyfriend Kevin's team. We met in mid-December 1998 - it was after my bridge club's Christmas party, so I was dressed up, and I decided to go to Woody's afterwards and have some more alcohol. We stood on opposite sides of the bar, checking each other out for a good hour, each of us saying "I'm too shy to go over there, so you come over here" with our eyes. I broke down first, and for the first time, actually initiated contact. (I'm not good at that. I've only done that one other time, and that was only because
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Anyway, Kevin and I went out for a couple of weeks, then he went away to visit his family in Truro, NS over Christmas. He called Christmas Day and we made plans to go out for New Year's. New Year's Eve, he called and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot I'd made plans for this evening with someone else before I met you." So, naturally, I said that he should honour his previous commitment, and we'd get together on New Year's Day.
So, New Year's Day, I took the bottle of Veuve Cliquot I'd bought over to his apartment. Where he dumped me. (Hence my distrust of guys named Kevin ever since. I've never met a Kevin who didn't do something nasty to me.)
Every since then, every interaction between us has been filled with biting remarks. The weird thing is that we don't really dislike each other - it's just that he has a sarcastic wit and he brings out the same in me. (So it's probably just as well that he dumped me. We'd have killed each other by now if he hadn't.)
Tonight, however, there was nothing like that. He was actually nice. He was sociable. He gave me high-fives after strikes and spares.
Makes me wonder what he wants.