last night craig and i were shooting pool. yeah, i know. we play a lot.* get over it. anyway, there was another couple next to us and she was learning to play. she won a couple of games and was REALLY excited about it both times. good for her. #winning
they were getting ready to leave and we just finished a game. the Gentleman (i call him that because he was about a decade older than craig and very polite) put his hand on craig’s shoulder and this is the conversation that happened:
Gentleman: “did you just beat her at pool?”
craig: “yep!” (and beamed because i’d been killing him all night.)
Gentleman: “clearly you haven’t been taught Rule #9.”
craig: “Rule #9? educate me.”
Gentleman: “always let the lady win.”
craig: “that totally won’t fly with this lady”, pointing at me.
craig then lost the next game and claimed he was just implementing Rule #9 and would claim it every time he loses from now on.
here are the morals of the story:
1. craig was right. i would rage if he tried to throw a game. i once threatened to break a cue over the skull of an australian if he continued to try and let me win.
2. Gentleman was right. at least in principle. guys, there is very little that will turn a girl off more than being overly competitive on a date. for reals. if you’re ending a round of putt putt golf with “IN YOUR FACE!”, you need to dial it back.
3. do not take a girl on a date or, god forbid, dates to prove to her you are the master of your bowling** domain. just. don’t. do. it.
it’s totally fine to be better than her at whatever game you might be playing, just make sure you’re not repeatedly and obnoxiously making her aware of it. chances are, if she sticks around after you make an ass of yourself, she’s going to publicly humiliate you at Scrabble.
all right, story time. i know you’ve got one that involves Rule #9 or the breaking thereof. tell it.
* what? our kids crossed over into not needing babysitting anymore. it’s like a miracle.
** or insert whatever sport/game you rule at. fyi, i hate bowling more than spiders.