Every shot she made was perfect; the balls just sank into the pockets like each pocket was a black hole just waiting for something to trespass into its field. We continued to talk and eventually began regularly dating.
Out of the seventeen games we played, I think I made around 23 shots. It was funny, because she kept apologizing for being so good. I couldn't believe it, I had actually scored a beautiful woman. The relationship moved pretty quickly and it seemed we were truly matched for each other.
I never understood what she saw in me over all the other guys.
I sensed a thread of compassion intertwined between all that stress and trauma, willing to lend an ear to anyone that felt the same pain as her. Apparently she used to be a regular at another pool hall by her old house, winning local tournaments and making a name for herself, and she wanted to check out the scenery here.
I was truly transfixed by her presence, drawn to her character. I wasn't too shabby at the table game myself, so I was excited.
There were some serious lookers in there, and I swear my pants shrunk a couple sizes at the sight of some of these dresses. The first girl I sat down with was quite young; a 22 year old mother of three.
She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, and seemed far more than I could handle.