Let me back up. We work in the same building, for different radio stations. We'd noticed each other but didn't see each other that often. Eventually, a co-worker told me he was interested then we set up a date...to go golfing.
Yes, B thought the driving range was an appropriate first date. This was way back in the time of myspace (2008) he'd seen that I had a picture of me driving a golf cart. What he didn't know is that picture was from way back when I'd been dating C and I was only allowed to drive the cart while the guys golfed. I had wanted to take lessons, but never got around to it.
|This picture captured his heart|
We made plans to meet at the range down the street from his house (now our house.) When I arrived, he was already there and saving a spot for me. He thought he was nice by giving me the spot with an overhead heater saving me from the freezing, December night, but I did not want him behind me, watching me. I made him switch.
He later told our co-worker he was, "sweating his balls off" in that spot and little did I know, he could still watch my reflection in the window in front of him. As I expected, I sucked. I swung and missed the ball more than I actually hit it. When I made contact, the ball kind of roll-bounced no more than 50 feet away. This was not my ideal first date at all but I was so interested in him for some reason, I'd agreed to golf if it meant I got to hang out with him.
Finally (finally!) we'd decided we'd had enough and went to get food.
To be continued.....
Read part 2 Here!