33. Losing my Putt Putt Virginity – Mr. Button Nose
I met Mr. Button Nose at my best friends’ wedding. He was a friend of the groom and we just clicked. We were at the ‘singles’ table and he was dancing like his life depended on it, and you know what they say about good dancers?
They make good dancing partners!
Mr. Button Nose and I went to play Putt Putt mini-golf, because I had mentioned that I had never played before. He paid for my two games after pushing my money back into my handbag.
“I’ll let you pay next time, when we go have lobster!”
He took our score card and told me he would record our scores.
“You better not cheat,” I said.
“I would never cheat!” he said cheekily.
It was one of those neon-glow-in-the-dark kind of places. Because I had not ever played Putt Putt mini golf before, Mr. Button Nose had to ‘show’ me how to play – but it was not sleazy; he was a real gentleman.
“You’ve got to grip here and here,” placing my hands in the right position.
“Then you’ve got to square your feet and line the ball up with the base and you either swing through or gently tap it.”
Every time I hit the ball, he complimented me on my technique or encouraged me.
“Oh good shot… geez you’re playing like a pro!”
I laughed because it took me twice as many shots. At the end of our game we went outside so he could tally the points.
“Oh hey, you only lost by five points.”
“Let me see that,” I said, trying to grab for the score card.
“Oh, you don’t need to check, I’m quite the mathematician.”
We both laughed – it was obvious that I was not too good at golf, and he had adjusted the scores so I would not feel so bad.
I did not feel fireworks with Mr. Button Nose, but I had so much fun. I felt at ease and he was so sweet.
Fireworks always start with a spark right?
And there were definitely sparks, so you never know…
Tags: cheeky, good dancing partners, Maria, Mr. Button Nose, Ms. Sydney, no fireworks, Putt Putt mini-golf, real gentleman, sparks, ‘singles’ table
Do sparks, often lead to fireworks? How many dates do you think it takes to get to fireworks?
What do you think? How much time would you give the sparks to ignite, before calling it ‘just friends’?