Not yet, anyway.
Experiences to Experience while Experiencing Experiencesby Ryan Miller, PHD and supermodel
Steal the crown jewels from somewhere with a crown and jewels
Break glass with my voice
Break other glass with not my voice. Hands. Feet. Elbows. Anything goes!
Bowling
Join a fight club
Skinny dipping
Go to a rock concert
Find and then win a pie eating contest
I said I wanted new experiences, not exciting ones. Maybe I should have specified. Well, no. I had a list. Maybe this didn’t seem that thrilling, but I put bowling on there anyway because there’s this little fun park in town that has batting cages and mini golf and bowling. It’s one of the only places for teens to hang out in town, so it’s dumb I haven’t tried all it had to offer.
This was a double date, me and Luke and Alicia and Lydia, hanging out on the weekend, the perfect way to start adventuring.
Alicia picked me up and took me here and Luke and Lydia lived together so of course they arrived together but then we switched, so everybody sat next to their respective partner in the little… cubby or whatever before the long hallway with the pins.
I finished tying my shoes, and hey, maybe I would like this game. Had to respect a sport that included outfit changes. They weren’t great shoes and other people’s feet had almost certainly been in them, so best not to think about that, but they had the retro thing going for them and maybe they provided special bowling powers. Maybe I could speak French now. Am I doing it? Is this French?
Luke got up briefly to put our names into the computer. I watched him enter our names, or I watched a part of him while he stood there and typed out the letters.
When he came back over to me, Lydia was scowling. Nothing super new but it seemed directed at us. Lydia was the human personification of the color black, like her hair and clothes. She hated everything but my BFF Alicia, who she was dating. Alicia liked having red hair and theater and Lydia.
“Hey Lydia, normally your resting bitch face is, you know, resting,” I informed her. She might not even know. “It’s very active right now.”
“Thanks for noticing.” Her smile was mean. “Thought your eyes were too busy glued to Luke’s ass.”
I could start bickering with her, but bowling was going to be my exercise for the day. I turned to Luke. “You have great form, baby,” I told him. They would write songs about it. And by they, yeah, totally me.
“My ass isn’t what’s bowling.” Still, he stood a little taller, liking the compliment.
Too bad. “That would be a great trick.”
Luke smiled at me. “Tell me more about what you like about my form.”
I smiled back. Didn’t need to be told twice. I often didn’t need to be told at all to list Luke’s great attributes, so actually getting prompted? Validation!
“Your form’s blonde hair is just so… sporty.” That was my half assed attempt to relate this back to what we were doing. Luke preened under the praise. Which gave me another thing to praise. “And your form has the best dimples.”
He looked pleased but cut in to say, “But my form’s legs aren’t nearly as… formly as yours.”
My brain said every letter in the alphabet all at once as loudly as possible and everything felt tingly. “Aww, stop,” I played demure. For one second. “But really don’t ever.”
Lydia groaned loudly. I waved at her.
Luke didn’t look sympathetic while Lydia pretended to tie a noose around her neck. “You’ve been on a double date with us before,” he reminded her.
“Don’t remember it being this disgusting,” she grumbled, crossing her arms.
“Okay, you don’t appreciate our fine forms,” I said because lesbian. “But before that all we were doing was looking at each other and smiling.” PG stuff. And that doesn’t stand for pretty gross.
