Date #3 Cleo the Pirate

This date was actually very different than the last two, maybe because I was better prepared with Febreeze grenades in my cargo pocket and a portable gas mask, and maybe it was because I actually pre screened this one. Yes that’s right I did it! But can you blame me? With my luck, I have better chance of getting hit by a train in the middle of a foot ball stadium, than meeting normal people. Or so I thought!


So a friend shoots me a text message, you have to meet this girl. Well my curiosity peaked simply because it was 11:30 at night on Thursday and who the hell are you going to meet at 11:30 on a Thursday anyway? So I say OK…


No, this is not the same evil goat of a friend who introduced me to Bridget. I think he was getting even for the events that conspired at the last party we attended. I don’t see how he can blame me for it. He was wasted and I got this great idea. Let’s throw someone in the pool, so being that he was completely blitzed from Beer Pong, I approach him, Hey John time to get thrown in the pool. Of course he protests as I convince him he has no choice, he eventually complies when we offer to hold onto his good clothes so he looses his shoes and his shirt and we launch his drunken ass into the pool. Well his phone was in his pocket and he ended up passed out on the floor in the house with no working phone. He wakes up around 2 in the afternoon, gets home, and greeted with a punch to the face from his girlfriend, who had to go to brunch with his mother without him for his own mother’s birthday, which was also a goodbye lunch because she was going to Europe for a month. How those two ended up married is beyond me, he does still have all his teeth though. And I did get to make fun of him for few weeks with that shiner.


I pick up my phone not sure if I should tremble in fear of another bipolar psycho or an IQ eating Ms. Pac-Man with an alcohol problem. Just as I expected, yes, she was normal…. But for how long?!


I am talking to her a bit and I get an idea, Pre date lunch, we decide to meet for a quick lunch at Chili’s, and she was actually normal, in fact she was fairly intelligent. There was no crazy shift in mood, she was able to complete sentences that actually made sense, and have a normal conversation. So the hour long lunch test, which I will call, “Are you a complete whack job”, ended with her passing. Unfortunately the guy who ran one of those stands in the mall was not so lucky. As we walked by she asked me what white sun glasses were for. Naturally I ask the guy selling him, this older man barely able to speak English let alone comprehend the assault of such a basic yet normal question of , “ Why do you sell white sunglasses?” failed to give me answer… I was quite disappointed, so no we still have no answer as to why there are white sunglasses… I got nothing…


Being that these last 2 dates were dull and boring and very SUCKY. I decide on a new event, oh yes, MINI GOLF! She looks at me surprised and we pull out a calendar trying to remember the last time we played Mini Golf. I am going to need a bigger calendar. We are both competitive people so the trash talking begins, “Loser buys lunch” yes upping the stakes. She offers to drive, I cringe, but remembering my air freshener bombs, I feel more secure in allowing her to drive. Plus she knows where we are going. Rather than be a dork and say I map quested it and go off on geek technicalities I let her drive. As a bonus she has a sweet mustang which plays Bob Marley music. Most importantly, I didn’t have the urge to rip my sinus cavity out of my face to some horrid stench only a Zoo keeper would be able to identify.


I get into her mustang and not only does she get to brag about it, this girl can drive it. We weave in and out of traffic like Herbie making his getaway through New York City during rush hour. While we’re driving I ask her why she has a Tire gauge. She comes back with “ For when I get my oil changed”, oh no another one. But actually she explained she just checks everything when she gets her oil changed. I got worried for a minute and she debated it with me, but she did have a valid point. I was so relieved.


Cleo had to be a girl scout or something, because she offers me Gatorade when we park, I like Gatorade, who doesn’t. I leave the Gatorade in the car, and we head inside. I decide right then we are going for 27, yes 27 holes of min golf goodness. Who am I kidding; I want all the chances in the world to come back if this starts looking really bad.


Walking outside we stand under one of the umbrella covered tables, when I turn to see if it is our turn to start, I turn back not 5 seconds later this girl has another Gatorade and it was a different flavor. This girl was prepared for anything. A hell of a lot more prepared than I was for either of my dates!


You remember the old Nintendo game marble madness or any of those odd games modeled after sealing a hamster in a clear plastic ball rolling around hoping for freedom… They call this Pirate Cove Mini Golf because some drunken sailor is the one who built this damn course. We get to the first hole and it’s a 70 degree incline, launching a few balls into water like parts of the space shuttle splashing down after re-entry, 2 timeouts and starting over a few times. We finally clear it and arrive at the second hole- , and I am really starting to see this course is modeled after a few levels in those games, or it was just some sadistic drunken ass bent on the torture of children.


With the first hole down and I felt like I was climbing Mt Everest without a Sherpa, we finally move on. Arriving at the second hole, my first thought is who builds a moat with a ramp in the middle of a mini golf course. I now know where Tiger Woods trained as a child. Staring at this torturous crazy course, I began doing some interesting theorizing, take some teenagers you just subjected to Happy Gilmore, for 5 straight hours, add a metal club and a ramp. Good Idea? Bad Idea?


Three balls drowning in the water hazard, two holes down and we were each at +12 with a total of 8 for par. This is going so well, but at least we are tied. The course seemed to ease up minus the random terrain changes. Damn you unleveled terrain. We get to hole 10 and we are having fun trash talking and just a surprisingly enjoyable day, when suddenly she drops the toughest question I have ever been asked:


Would you rather be a Pirate or a Ninja?


I really had to think about this…Do I want a life of structure, discipline, and the ability to move unseen through the shadows. Stalk my victims and killing them with minimal effort and with some cool flashy moves that can be preformed by any 12 year old fortunate enough to have a few quarters or have a game console at home to hone his skills; or do I want a life, where I can be care-free letting the winds take me to new exotic places, getting to unburdening people of their money, hide treasure all over the world, drink rum till I go blind while courting bar wenches who’s names I will never remember; barely able to stand, let alone complete sentences without using the words arg or gar. As well as have a condo on the beach.


I think I am going to have to say “Pirate”.


Booze, babes, and Booty what more can a guy want? (Booty is a term for loot)

For the ladies Booze, Beaches, and boys what more can gal want?


We eventually reach hole 16 making our slow torturous way through this crazy mini golf course where you obviously need some form of drunken state to play with any advantage. This hole had a dog leg right, for those of you who don’t golf; it’s a veer to the right I think…She is leading off and ends up with a pretty good shot. It ends up down the middle within a foot of the hole. Now my shot, I tap it, it’s cruising down the course and then it happens. Her ball is struck and knocked out of bounds. My ball calmly rolls toward the hole at a perfect angle. The crowd cheers! I can almost taste free lunch as I landed a hole in one.


I got too cocky; my luck took a quick shift as we marched through the last few holes. I think karma bit me in the ass. I tallied up the score after 18 holes of competitive combat it was


Cleo +18

Me +16


And just when I thought I had it made. We get to hole 19 and bam; she lands a hole in one. I watch my free lunch slow leaving my grasp, while twinkle toes victory dances and taunts me for not needing to cheat and my apparent need to cheat. Thanks! The competition heats up and we are back and forth like two 10 year olds that were given a case of red bull each through an IV to maximize the energy output.


As we get to the end of the game and I tally the score.


Cleo +28

Me +26


I think a 12 year old that was in front of played better. We walk to the car and I decide to explain how 26 is lower than 28, and that simply because your 28 is higher than my 26, out of the kindness of your heart you are buying me lunch. I thank you!



Back in the world of NASCAR, we speed of to her choice of restaurant. Did I mention add she is a damn good driver too. Now there is something to be said about a free lunch, it always tastes better, it is so true and on top of that we are going for sushi. She now has 2 records under her belt, the only date since I started this thing to last more than 2 hrs!


We sit down and look over the menu, deciding on a safe choice that we each like, I go with my tried and true, California roll and Cleo gets the cucumber roll. After we make a choice, I look for the craziest sounding thing on the menu. Let’s do the VOLCANO. Yes, I said it, we order the volcano and not only does this sound crazy it looks crazy. He takes a sushi roll and slices it up. Then he stacks it in a pyramid design, covering it in crunchy stuff. He pulls out the special sauce and makes an entertaining show or decoratively covering it, just when I thought I was going to get to try it, he pulls out a butane torch and starts blasting it. Never seen someone take a flame thrower to sushi before, but hey first time for everything. We get the Volcano and I clumsily try and work the chop sticks. This tasted amazing, oh my god it was spicy though. My eyes watering, my tea glass empty; I suddenly found myself in a desert with no water as I as scorched by the volcano. The waitress, brought a pitcher to refill my tea and I think it evaporated as it hit my tongue, she filled it twice right there. Of course Cleo is laughing at me the whole time!


We head back over to the mall where I left my car and we end up walking around a bit, till she gets the urge to challenge me again. So we go over to the pool tables. I rack the balls and offer to let her break and she tells me she doesn’t break.


We play through the first game and then of course I win, and right on queue she uses the alcohol defense….


People Alcohol is an excuse….Not an alibi.


We carry on for a few games, and then a friend comes over and starts talking to us, as the conversation begins to end, my mother shows up. And shortly after that another friend comes by. Cleo wins the last game calling it quits before the score starts getting out of hand and threatens me with a rematch that will happen. So I give Cleo a hug and since my mom is there, I unfortunately leave a little early, but to be fair she did know she was coming up. I texted her tell her I had an amazing time and that we would have to hang out again sometime.