Date at the Bowling Alley and Another Crazy Tale

Being relieved that Jerry thought I was good looking, I too was relieved that he was actually better looking than his pictures, although he didn't have a much of an ass, but Ok, no one can ever have it all. He tells me he's never been to the bowling alley we're at and asks if I have. I tell him, "Just once" and I can tell he knew it was for a date. "Do you take all of your dates here?" he queries. "No, because I like some variety." I smirk.

All of the lanes are filled with teenagers and we ask how long our wait will be. We're told 30 minutes and decide we'll play pool instead, which is in the same building down the hall. They ask for a license and Jerry looks at me and says, "You'll have to give them yours, I forgot my wallet at home." I raise an eyebrow and question him, "You knew you were coming on a date and you forgot your wallet? Why would you drive an hour without a license?" "My brother is a state trooper, I'm not worried about it." I look him directly in the eyes and say, "That's sketchy."

We get set up at the pool table and I take off my jacket. I can totally tell he is checking me out because he is so obvious...which becomes the theme for the night: checking me out, telling me how attractive I am, memorizing what I look like, his eyes boring into my skull. I have flash backs to the worst date ever and the germaphobe guy. But this guy is good looking, which just makes me tell him to knock it off.

He offers to get me something to drink and asks if he wants our name on the waiting list for a lane. As he walks away, I just feel so self conscious about how I look due to his eyeballs constantly groping me. We play pool for a little while and then our names are called.

We bowl our first game and he totally kicks my ass. I usually always win, so I love the competition. We laugh a lot and he asks me the usual questions. At one point he takes my hand to look at the ring I am wearing, but I could tell it was just an attempt to somehow touch me.

I beat him by 2 points in the second game and was winning game 3. He asked me if he could stand next to me and help me bowl. I smirk and tease him that he is just trying to distract me from winning. He makes comments about wanting to smack my ass. I ignore him. Then he asks me what I wear to bed. I whip my head around in dismay and ask, "What?"

"Do you wear anything?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"What do you wear?"

"Are you seriously asking me this question?" I clearly sound annoyed.

"Oh. You wear a housecoat to bed."

"With slippers and my bi-focals." And I go on to bowl a strike.

Each time I go up for my turn I can feel his eyes just glued to my backside. I turn around and tell him to stop looking at me. He laughs and tells me to stop being worried about what I look like.

After the game is done we decide to go back to playing pool. He clearly knows how to play this like a pro and beats me every game. He asks questions and then comments that I am very guarded. I ask what he means and he says I move away from him a lot and don't let him near me. I didn't realize I was doing it, but he rarely broke a stare with me and that made me uncomfortable. If there was anything I could say about this guy, it was that he made good, consistent eye contact.

In conversation it comes out that he was never married, but was with the same woman he has a son with for 10 years. I question commitment issues in my head. He says he hasn't seen his son in a month. He tells me he used to be a heavy drinker but quit years ago. He asks if I've ever dated a married man. I thought it was an odd question. He makes comments about it not being any fun to do things alone and it's nice to do things with someone else...but I can totally get that he is inferring about sex.

We play pool until about 1am mixing good conversation with many awkward moments and questions on his part: "When was your last date?" "When was the last time you made out with a guy?" He tells me he is forward and says I seem like the kind of girl that is not a good communicator. I tell him that I just have tact. He then looks at me and asks, "So are you coming home with me tonight?" "Are you kidding? No," remembering my promise to Mike. "Oh, so you're taking me home then?" he jokes. "Wow, you are crazy," I say. He gets up and finishes hitting all the remaining balls in. Says, "Let's do something else. Are you hungry?" I tell him I can tell he is tired and maybe he should just go home. He says he's not too tired as we go to check out.

He clearly had a lot of cash on him and I wondered to myself why he wouldn't take a wallet with him. I think he's hiding something. I also keep wondering why all of the good looking guys I have been dating lately seem to have issues. I decide I am Googling him when I have a chance.

We walk outside and he goes to his car and pulls up alongside mine. We both get out. It is 6 degrees out. He says he is just going to go home, but asks me to call him the next day. Says he had a good time. I laugh and tell him he is ending the date because he doesn't want to put any more energy into a date that is not going to yield him sex. He tells me I'm wrong, that yes he is that type of guy, but he's not being that type of guy right now. He won't make eye contact. I tell him goodnight and get in my truck.

Think to myself the whole ride home that there were too many alarm bells despite his good looks. Hop on Google and put in his name...come up with newspaper reports...arrested for stalking 3 weeks ago and put in jail because he couldn't make bail, arrested for an open container a year ago, and after lots of searching, I verify it is all definitely him...the no license makes sense now, the not seeing his kid for a month makes more sense. Shake my head and can't believe this is twice in a row. Wondering when my luck is going to improve.