Second Date

I had decided not to go out with Brock again, but when he called I wanted to go. (He actually left a message saying, "I promised to teach you how to golf, so which is better? Tuesday or Wednesday?" There's no room for "no" in that.) So I said I'd go, but I made up my mind that if he tried to take my hand or put his arm around me I would tell him not to do it.

We went out for Indian food at this tiny little place in Los Gatos. It was very good, but that's all I remember about it. From there we went to a driving range, I think it was called Pruneridge, in Campbell. Brock was very pleased with my progress in the end. He admired my "kill the ball" technique, saying that most girls he knew held back, afraid of hurting the grass. I had no such reservations (sorry grass) and whacked the living daylights out of every ball. Brock did help me adjust my hip movement, but that was all in the name of "teaching" and I actually liked it a lot (though I was furious with myself for it).

When we had run out of golf balls we decided to spend the rest of the evening at the park near my house. They have a nice set of swings and we played around for about fifteen minutes. And then...Brock put his arms around me and I knew it was time to let him know how I felt about that.

I basically told him, "no hand-holding, no kissing, no arm around me, only hugs are okay." He took it very well, saying it made dating very easy, since he didn't have to try and guess when it was time to kiss. He also said he was dating about ten girls and he wasn't looking for a girlfriend either. And that was when the jealousy began. I should have known how much I liked him when I felt that green monster eating at me, but I ignored it. We had a good long talk and then he took me home.

We hugged and as he walked away I thought, "Drat! Now he'll never call me again!" He was thinking, "I wonder what she'd like to do next time?"