The dating game lounge
Right off the bat she told me about how she was four days sober from methamphetamine and was looking to settle down with a nice man who didn't look like a walrus. I had thought that these events were age regulated and had different meetings for people in different stages of life.I spent the next four minutes making general small talk, quite literally fearing for my life. I'm no pervert, but the whole idea of taking her shirt off and seeing two runny eggs nailed to the wall did not appease me.I wanted a wife, I wanted kids, I wanted a steady job.I was tired of working at Burger King and living alone in a studio apartment, and I was almost certain I memorized ninety percent of pornstars on the internet by name.I was beaten and broken with no aspirations to better my current situation.
You know, 'cause she bent over to take her shots, as many pros do. I agreed, since I had a facebook application that I had to update (obviously I didn't give her that reason. I popped the question on the seventeenth, as that's how many games we played on our first date.I asked her if she'd like my number as the session ended, and she consented. If I wanted to sit and stare at a wall, I would have stayed home. She told me that the cancer was entwined with her lineage, dating back as far as the eighteenth century; therefore, in numerous fits of emotional rage, her ex husband blamed her for giving the children cancer and left.I flipped open my phone and entered her number as she read it out. Too pained by the loss of her entire family, she moved to the city a few weeks ago and was living on unemployment, unable to continue working at her job due to the crippling depression and panic she suffered as a result of her abandonment.I sensed a thread of compassion intertwined between all that stress and trauma, willing to lend an ear to anyone that felt the same pain as her. Apparently she used to be a regular at another pool hall by her old house, winning local tournaments and making a name for herself, and she wanted to check out the scenery here.I was truly transfixed by her presence, drawn to her character. I wasn't too shabby at the table game myself, so I was excited.
Disgusted by the company of my left hand, I decided to go out to one of those speed dating events. Keep in mind, I worked at Burger King, so the best clothes I could afford were some mediocre dress shirts and tattered khaki pants I bought at Wal Mart during a clearance event.