Fariba called me to go bowling. I was bored. Said sure why not. I dont really bowl. Cause Im not very good at it. My fingers never release at the right time. Half the time the ball flies. Then THWACK! Drops to the ground and rolls into the pins. Or the gutter. Not very elegant or graceful. Fariba is just as bad. Only she doesnt let if fly. She tiptoes like Fred Flintstone.

We get there. Get our lane. Then Fariba spots Jesse. Goes to talk to her. I grab a ball. Look at the girl in the other lane. Nice lean body. Black capri and blue sweatshirt. Really petite. Really cute. I watch her awhile. She is wearing custom shoes and a wrist guard. She is good. Strike after strike. She notices me. I smile. Nod my head. She returns the smile. She watches me. I walk up to the line. Close my eyes. Let the ball loose. Feel it fly. THWACK! Roll. Gutter ball. People stare at me. Feel like yelling, "Go fuck yourselves!" I turn. The girl walks up to me. She is stunning. She tells me that must have hurt. I flex my arm back and forth. Tell her no. I feel fine. She smiles. She wasnt talking about me. She was talking about the dents in the hardwood. I blush. Tell her I dont bowl often. Its easy she says. She shows me her release. Graceful and elegant. Try it she says. I start but she stops me halfway. Comes up behind me. I inhale her sweetness. Feel her hand on my hip. She lifts my arm back. I follow her arc. She tells me to release. I want to but cant. The ball swings down. Takes my balance. I step back into her. She steadies me. Her arm around me. Hand on my stomach. It feels good. Fariba interrupts us. Says theres a party. She wants to go. I ask the girl to come. She says no. She needs her practice. I want to stay with her. Have her teach me. Fariba and Jesse pull me away.

The party sucked. Should have stayed with the girl. Didnt even get her name. Feel miserable. Feel lonely. Need sex.