It began with an awkward phone call: "Would you like to, um, go bowling with me?" "Go what?" "Go... uh... bowling. Would you like to bowl with me? I'll pay for everything, of course." "You just want to go bowling?" She was incredulous. "Kind of like a sweet, you know, all-American date," I said, a nervous cramp in my chest.
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