Last we left off, I was not speaking to Mr. T. I didn’t speak to him for three days. On Friday,
he had flowers delivered to my office. It was a pleasant surprise. They smelled wonderful. In fact, over the weekend, I had my office door closed and when I opened it this morning, the aromatic fragrance permeated my nasal passage ways and almost made me forget the pain of Monday.
While flowers do not make up for all, or even most, transgressions, I figured I’d give Mr. T a pass for his facebook defriending antics. I texted him thanking him for the thoughtful gesture. He texted back. I immediately felt the sparks reigniting. You see, there was some kind of chemistry thing going on between the two of us. We quickly exchanged a couple hundred text messages and had loose plans for date two. By loose, I mean I agreed to show up at his place on Saturday.
Now, my primary objective for date two with this guy was to beat him at beer pong. I came equipped this time with my traveling beer pong table, pink cups and my skills. The only thing missing was my light-up tiara. I walked in and we set up the table. I told him I didn’t want to go out for dinner because it was too cold. He summoned someone to deliver food to us. Beer pong commenced.
Since he was the victor from our last pong session, he shot first. He sunk in both balls. And then a third. He started talking shit. I hit one of two balls. This scared him a bit because last time I sucked. Long story short, he won the first game, but it was a competitive game. Being near him was almost euphoric. Game two was even more competitive. He hit his last cup. I had three left. I had him rack them in the power I formation (3 cups in a straight, vertical line). I hit the front cup. Then, I hit the back cup. I smelled fear in the air. I tossed the ball at the last cup and as if in slow motion, it hit the rim of the remaining cup, sat there for what seemed like an eternity and then fell out. I demanded one more game. I had to have a win under my belt. And a win I had. The taste of defeating him was delicious. The animalistic magnetism I earlier felt toward him dissipated and was replaced with alcoholic intoxication.
That was pretty much the end of the night because neither of us was in optimal functioning condition. Some arguments over nonsense were had. The next day, we were both out of commission and dead to the world.
As far as I’m concerned, it was a successful second date because I finally beat this guy at beer pong.
The End. (There is obviously more to the story, but I highlighted the climax of the date — me winning a game of beer pong against the 6’5″ Mr. T.)
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As obvious as this sounds……. I pity the fool!
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