Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

I can’t very well tell you about playing sports in Indiana without the follow up story.  I had just been through a roller coaster of a week.  After three intense weeks of dating someone new, he tells me he is going to have dinner with his ex wife who he hadn’t seen in 4 years.  It was supposedly to clear the air because they had mutual friends coming into town and were bound to see each other?  I don’t know.  In any case, he drove immediately to my house after this dinner to tell me he was confused and we should end this.  I was understandably confused and upset.  2 nights later he texted me to ask if I wanted to talk.  I said ok.  He said open the door.  As in, he was in my driveway.  Kinda creepy, I know, but it led to this:   When I opened the door, in my pajamas, he peered around the house and said:  So this is what it looks like when someone drops in unexpectedly.  I look around at the completely spotless house, nary a cushion askew, and say: Yep!  In any case, he said he was confused and under pressure, but we are back on.  Ok then.  Well come Friday to our scheduled date, he breaks up with me AGAIN because he feels uncomfortable.  Thankfully, I have very very good girlfriends and Kyla J. came to the rescue.  We took advantage of the sitter I had scheduled and went out all by our damn selves!

We peeked into the first bar my cousin had recommended and it was a little scary and also empty.  We went across the street to a hip place where they had live music.  Well, it was bluesy jazzy quiet kind of music which gave me way too much access to my thoughts and I ended up crying into my cocktail.  We went across the street to another dive.  I marched up to the jukebox, selected some angry Taylor Swift, and marched myself right up to some guys playing darts, ahem, sports and announced I would be playing.  Let’s just say I did not have a repeat of my Indiana performance.  

Kyla’s husband came for her and I decided to finish my beer.  One of the guy’s from darts suggested walking up to the other bar and I said I was game for that.  When we got outside, he asked if I wanted to smoke out of his car bong.  Car Bong.  I was picturing the muffler or I don’t even know what, but I was intrigued.  You will be as disappointed as I was to learn it was just a bong he keeps in his car. 

We go into the bar and while I was putting in my Uber request, a bar fight, complete with shirts being torn and bar stools flung, breaks out right behind me.  Allow me to recap.  Instead of being out on a date with someone I really liked…..it was a car bong and a bar fight kind of night.  After the fight fizzled, patrons of the bar said they’d never seen me in there and this was their neighborhood bar and a really great place, ordinarily.  I said I was sure of that, thanks so much, gotta go!  And I have never been back.