I had the most amazing night with Big. He's been on jury duty for the past few days, so I haven't heard from him then out of the blue last night around midnight, I hear the soft opening notes of "California Dreamin'" and my heart jumps. I ask if he wants to tag along while I go do laundry. (Because I am but a helpless female and I enjoy having a big strong man around while I do dangerous things, like hang out at Duds and Suds at 1:00 am..tee hee *twirl hair*) So, as I'm pulling clothes out of the dryer, I tell him that I'd like to go bowling sometime. I know he goes bowling with his bowling buddies quite often, and since I've only been once my entire life (and I was about 12 years old at the time) I'd like to give it a try. *Please bear in mind that it was 1 in the morning and I honestly didn't think he'd say, "well, Smyrna lanes are open 24 hours! We can go tonight if you want " and then smile the way he does.**
Anyway, we go and we bowled until around 7 am. I had sooooo much fun, and I actually broke 100 and beat him once! (granted, those were the same game, but anyway) well, around our third game, one of the employees decides that he wants to take me under his wing and give me some tips. Now, considering I have only thought of one particular type of ball for several years, despite the fact that I was barely breaking 50, I was doing fine. I was having fun, playing cool music of the CD jukebox thingy, doing cool little provocative dance deals whenever I knocked down a pin (or when a good strippin' song came on), and basically being an awesome date.
Did I mention this guy was drunk? The employee... he was wearing plain clothes (not the button down Smyrna Lanes top) he was mopping the floor, and he's a close talking drunk. I was so uncomfortable, I had to start being a bitch to him. I felt horrible. Not because I was bitching out this dude, because believe me, he deserved it. (He WOULDN'T get it through his head that we were just bowling for fun and whether or not my shoulders were perfectly aligned with Venus was irrelevant..anyway) I felt bad because I was doing so well... I was smart, cute, funny, sexy Chloe... and this dude made me bust out the bitch. Dammit.
I don't think Big minded that much, it reached a point where he (who was actually getting a kick out of this dude who is barely standing trying to tell me better ways to bowl) started interpreting him and telling him that we're just here for fun and that he needs to leave me alone. That's my Big.
We went out to breakfast at IHOP in Antioch, where we had the coolest waiter ever. I gave him the biggest tip I've ever given (something like 10 bucks for a 20 buck meal) because in order to get even the smallest tip from me, you have to fucking dazzle me. I was beyond dazzled, so if you're ever at that IHOP, sit in the smoking section, and get a tall lanky dude with short dark hair as a waiter, then tip the fuck out of him.
We then went to Tar-Jhay, where we bought matching copies of Pulp Fiction. Then I took him back to the dorms.
I got a good night (well, good morning) kiss.
For those who don't know- with me, kisses are good. Kisses are very very good.
I wuv kisses, dammit.
