I had a great date over the weekend, and it was his idea to go bowling. We drank wine, we had dinner, and then we headed to the bowling alley for a spur-of-the-moment game. He just happened to have his own ball and shoes in his car because he bowls in a league, so I was immediately intimidated and certain I was going to get my butt kicked. But look what happened! What in the heck?!