I have no short game. I can drive a ball 300 yards but when it comes to putting, I can’t get it even close to the hole. I guess you can say that I choke under pressure.
Of course, I’m not really talking about golf. I’m talking about the game of flirting. I’m like Tiger Woods when it comes to the casual flirting (after a few drinks of course) but I lose all my coolness when the person actually wants to go out with me. I start thinking, “do I really want to go out with this person? Were they that cute?” And then I think about the actual date. Past first dates have left me with a bad taste in my mouth. In the past two years, I’ve only had 1 good first date.
Which brings me to my current situation. I met a guy over the weekend who was really nice but I’m not sure I really like him. See, when I met him, I was drunk. And when I drink my filters don’t seem to work. So he called me Monday night but I didn’t get the message until Tuesday morning. (Anyone who knows me knows that my phone is often in another room). I was going to call him back that night but I was nervous so SerialDater told me to have a drink before I called him. I made myself a tasty rum concoction, put my phone on the charger because the battery was low and I didn’t want it to die in the middle of the conversation and started watching CSI. Next thing I knew it was 11 and in my book that is too late to call someone.
So now I have to call him on my way home from work if I am going to call him at all. It’s very frustrating because I hate calling people I don’t know. Hate hate hate it. Oh well, I guess I have to make a decision between now and 5:30.
Tonight? We drink!
