i've been bowling in the ministry's league for the past 5 months. frankly, i'm the crappiest in the team. without a doubt. my group members were pro and sometimes i feel bad that my crappy scores would pull us down the league standing. [i developed a passion for bowling after the cute and nerdy Ed and his stuckyville bowl show, way back in 1998]
but so far we havent been in the bottom position. yet. phew.
so for the past 5 months, on every last thurs of the month, we been convening at the civil service club. the lanes are excellent and the house balls are still in very good condition.
anyhow, there's this dude who's in another team who is not quite right. i have a feeling that he has several screw loose in his head. the first time i played in the league, it so happened that his team was using the lane next to ours.
i should have known that he's a wacko when he stomped his feet and folded his arms acrossed like a petulant child whenever the last pin refused to fall. and whenever he gets a spare or a strike, he goes around giving people hi-fives. nothing wrong with hi-fiving people from other teams but this guy doesnt hi-five.. he gives a tight hard SLAP on our hands! ouch! and he uses our ball towels to wipe his oily hands after eating fries!!
and so since we were sharing lanes on that day, everyone was being nice to the opposing team. i swear that i didnt throw any vibes on him, much less flirt with him! and ever since then, at every games, he would come over to our lanes (we are randomly thrown at different lanes every month) and watch me bowl or make small talk with me.
i feel very uncomfortable. he's so not right (as in crazy). and there were a few times he offered to buy me drinks or fries. and every month, i quite dread going bowling (eventhough i enjoy bowling immensely) because i didnt want him to come over to my lane, much less see him.
last night as usual, he came over to my lane a few times. and all those times, i did not turn back at all. i didnt even make eye contact. thank god d kept an eye on him and whenever the dude comes over, d would say "he's here. dont turn behind." and i didnt. pretended he was not there at all.
after the end of the 3 games, as we were packing up, and everyone in my group was either returning the shoes or in the toilet, i was left alone. and he came by.
"dah abis?" him.
"dah." i said. not even looking up at him, tying my shoe laces, whishing very hard he would go away.
"tak balik?" him.
"jap lagi." go away, go away, go away.
"meh balik sama-sama.." he asked.
"tak mo. suami nak amik balik." i lied.
"ok.. bulan depan jumpa lagik." he waved and walked away.
next month will be the last game for the league this year. i hope he gets the hint that i am unavailable and much less interested. and i am grateful that d gives me a ride back home after every session [crazy dude probably waits for me at the gates outside the club]
just to be safe, i'm going to bring husband down to keep an eye on me (and flash the crazy dude cock-stares whenever necessary)
shudders.
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