I Scored a Right Angle

It’s hard to go out with someone when they know my true identity. It’s hard to maintain my anonymity, especially when really great women approach the barrier I’ve created. The usually manage to maintain my secret, but some women get thru. Skee Woman is one of these women. I met her through my many social media connects and we decided to go out. We really didn’t know each other, but there was enough of an interest that it would be an interesting time.

Skee Woman is the type of women man, theoretically, fall head over heels for. An attractive, down to Earth woman, she’s able to hang out with the guys while maintaining everything that makes her a girl. She competitive and is passionate about Skee Ball (hence the name, not a Lil’ John reference). I knew this woman was different when we discussed the day and time for the date. She asked, “How does Saturday at 4pm sound?”

“Hmmm…. playoff Football game or date… date wins.” I replied.

“I like your priorities… I’m a football fan too. We’ll make it work!”

Cue the confetti, fireworks, and dramatic music. I like this woman already!

We met at a bar, that had several Skee Ball lanes, but I had already hit the gutter. I was late, mainly because I left my wallet at home. I was so excited when I was walking out of the door, I forgot my wallet on the table. I had to double back from the train station to grab my wallet, send her a message, and perform my best Usain Bolt impersonation. It’s been made clear to me I’m not Usain Bolt.

When I did arrive, and she was still there, forgave me for being tardy, I offered to buy her drinks (the least I could do). Conversation was easy, I felt comfortable with her and strangely at ease, she knew my current deep dark secret. I knew she was afraid of it when we joked about what her potential nickname. After talking for a bit, we played a bit of Skee Ball. I scored a 90, which is called a “Right Angle” (90 degrees forms a right angle, it’s a trigonometry thing). Before the game, she explained the rules to Skee Ball to me, and while explained the rules and the phrases was completely cute doing so. It’s a passion, you can tell, her face lit up when I asked her questions. It’s the same expression we guys have when a woman asks us about something that really interests us. She did thoroughly whip my ass, it was worth seeing her light up the way she did. After a few rounds of Skee ball we began to engage in more conversation.

Our talks revolved around some of the basics, what we did, who we were, but it also drifted into the area of relationships. She explained some of her difficulties and fears with dating, the ever looming pressure to make a decision the minute you meet a person. Having to choose “do I like them” at a moments notice. A part of me wanted to ask her if she liked me, but I didn’t feel the need to. Of the recent women I’ve dated, I didn’t care if she gave me that type of validation. I truly enjoyed my time with her. If this were to be the only time I saw her ever again, I wouldn’t feel as if there was a loss.

Something did nag at me. She works in the entertainment industry, filled with an office of guys and posters of hot size 2 models. On a daily basis she received doses of what men say when it’s just the guys in the room. The true talks all men have with each other. It nagged me because she could be overanalyzing everything I said, converting it into translated dumb dude talk. Added with the fact that she’s read The Game, knows my identity, she could assume I was trying to run some sort of game on her. So it was a surprise when the said she felt comfortable with me, and how easy it was to have a conversation with me. It was the best thing I’ve heard from a woman in a long time.

It’s not often that you meet unique, quality woman like her. While her being comfortable with me may indicate just being friends, I’m very comfortable with the thought. If that’s the very least of our relationship, I would be happy.