Bowl - Freewrite

My best friend didn't think that I could win her over but I knew that I'd had some good luck with things like this.

I was a pretty good looking guy after all........ and I certainly had the confidence to make it work.

We'd made a bet, see? I never expected to win it...... but I just can't turn down a challenge.

Kristina was a bowler and, more importantly, a self proclaimed lesbian. She even had a girlfriend that she had been with for over 2 years.

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Believe me when I tell you that this girlfriend was easily able to beat up any man I've ever seen.

She was a red haired Giant that towered over the other girls in her bowling league. 6 feet tall on a good day....... she was built like a dumptruck.

"Bet you can't get her to go on a date with you."

I had to try. It was only $20 and probably not worth the effort but try I did. I did try .

Of course the girl in question was a beautiful porcelain doll with long black hair and an hourglass figure.

Her pitch black bangs hung over her eyes so that she constantly had to sweep her hand across her forehead in order to see what was going on.

The red lipstick that she wore was 2 shades too bright for any normal human being.

Her dark hair, pale complexion, and burning fiery lips gave her a vampire like aura.

Make no mistake though...... she was hot.

The first time that I met her the four of us had gone out to lunch.......It was my best friend, his girlfriend, me, and the devilishly angelic Kristina.

She mentioned that day that she was in a bowling league. I asked her how much she would charge me for a lesson.

"You like to bowl do you?" she giggled.

"I think I could learn to love it."

She smiled at me warmly and I could hear dollar signs all around my wallet. More than that though..... my heart sang songs of her beauty despite a warning in the rear view mirror.

"Any friend of Amber's gets a free ride."

An important part of me perked up at that. Of course it turned out she was talking about bowling and so we planned a lesson for the next week.

Kristina was a remarkable bowler. She could do a sort of swirling thing with the ball that I had only seen professionals do and it really amazed me.

We spent a lot of time working on our game together....... most nights her girlfriend also joined us.

That giant Amazon girl had no idea what I was doing....... but it was pretty clear that Kristina did. She always took my hand in hers and put my arm around her waist. I was loving it.

Sometimes at the end of the night when her great big partner would fall asleep across a bar end table Kristina would grab the back of my head and kiss me passionately. We made out by the sound of the arcade machines.

What about the bet you ask? I forgot about that. Or I should say that it no longer held much importance to me.

I fell in love with a lesbian and I don't think that she even cared for me one single bit. She just liked to play.

I honestly think it could have been bowling, arcade games, messing around with some guy, or any kind of game that you can imagine. She was up for whatever....... but what did that make me? Just a piece on a board for her amusement.

It's kind of funny when you think that you're in control of the situation but it turns out that you are the one being played.

I felt more sorry for her girlfriend that I did for anyone else.

There's no moral to this story. I didn't go into things in a fair way. I wanted to win.

I didn't come out of things in a fair way either. I even got a few things that I wanted. Some of those things other guys might have even paid for.

So was I the one to blame?

To be perfectly honest I miss the time I spent with Kristina.

It was probably hundreds upon hundreds of hours.

Of course this was all about 20 years ago. She could be a housewife, a barmaid, or a disco dancer.

That's how memories work. It was fun. I wish I could do it over again.

Would I fall for Kristina this time around? You bet your bowling butt.

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