Nicknaming, Dating Fail, and Mini Golf Tragedies

Katie and Tami know the beginning of this story but I'm finally getting around to sharing the whole thing.

I love Tom, obviously. He's not always great at saying and doing the right thing tho. I mean what guy is? But this was such a ridiculous example of "you know me better than that!" and I have to share.

A Little Background:
one day, about a year and a half ago, Tom asked if I wanted to go mini golfing after work. Duh. I love mini golfing. I'm really bad at it but it's really fun and it was a place right by our office I'd never been to. We had a great time (I lost) but the whole time we were playing, Tom was impersonating Christopher Walkin's voice. p.s. he's horrible at impressions. So he was trying to call me "Babe" and I heard him wrong.

"Did you just call me Bev?"

And history was made. He has called me Bev ever since. When he's upset with me he calls me Beverly. Not joking. On top of that everlasting memory, he got a hole-in-1 on the 19th hole and won a free game for us the next time we came!
Now fast foward to a couple weeks ago.

I'm at Tom's desk at work, and he's trying to find something in his wallet. He pulls out the free golf game card. Here's how the conversation went.

"wanna go play after work?"
"today?! YEA! awww yay!!"
"do you have any cash on you?"
"YES! I actually do! Like $23!"
"ok good cuz this card is only good for one free game and they only take cash."
"I'm sorry, did you just ask me on a date and then drop the fact I would be the one paying for said date? "yes."

K great.

I wasn't even bummed tho because I was excited to go back to this little mini golf course on such a beautiful day.

Now if you're keeping track, we've talked about nicknames and dating fails. That means, on to the mini golf tragedy. It's a story of triumph and heartbreak and boyfriend stupidity and overreactions.

We played the first 4 holes or so and I wasn't doing too bad. Then Tom got a hole in one. I was excited! I'm competetive but I was in such a good mood I was just happy for him! We continue to the 16 hole. The rocketship.

I was close to Tom's score but I wasn't really paying attention. Plus we were messing around and being cute so I was more concerned with that. I put the ball back on the little mat thing and hit the little purple ball. It's a magical moment and it seems to be happening in slo-mo. I run to the other side of the rocketship just in time to see the ball drop elegantly into the hole.

HOLE IN ONE BITCHES

I've gotten a hole in one before but not for years. I was SO EXCITED! Tom gave me a high five, and congratuated me, then I made him take a picture of me and the rocket. Basically best day ever. (and I JUST found out Tom deleted that picture. so. much. trouble.)


he tried to recreate the picture in paint. he's very talented.

 

Then tragedy struck.

Tom was writing down the score and says, "well actually it was a hole in 2.. remember you hit it and it came all the way back?"

d  e  v  a  s  t  a  t  i  o  n.



And what do I do? I start crying. I was SO HAPPY I got a hole in one, and now that was ripped away from me. Instantly Tom felt awful and came and hugged me and apologized. I was also apologizing because I'm pretty sure I'm the only person over age 6 that has cried at a mini golf course.

I was so dissapointed and I was kinda upset with Tom. I mean we have been dating for over 2 years, we've known each other for almost 3, and we've lived together for a year and a half. HOW did he think it was a good idea to correct me? He knows me better than that. He knows I'm completely unstable and that I was super pumped about the hole in one. When I pointed this out, he said it was obviously stupid of him to correct me but that he wasn't expecting me to have a meltdown on the 16th hole.

Anyway I bought myself ice cream (remeber Tom had no cash) and then I spilled on myself on the drive home. Just perfection. It wasn't even that good.