It's Going to Get Worse Before It Gets Better

Recently, I’ve rekindled my love affair with pool. It started out innocently, long ago. Pool and I would see each other during special occasions. Usually for someone’s birthday or a going away party. We’d spend time together in smoky arenas, fumbling awkwardly with one another in the dark. Most of those times, I was drunk and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

Every now and again, we’d hit it off just right and things would go pretty well. Then, we parted ways for a few years, running into each other every now and again, casting long sideways glances at each other when nobody was looking. Then Nisa invited me to hang out with a few friends and Pool was right across the room–just as beautiful and simple and seductive as she’s always been.

Over the last month and a half, Pool and I have been seeing each other pretty regularly. Once, maybe twice a week, we hang out with a few other people and have a good time.

She hasn’t changed much over the years. She’s pretty much how I remembered her. Sometimes, she appears to not follow any rules at all. She lets me have my way only to change her mind at the last minute. She’s maddening. She drives me crazy.

Naturally, I think I’m falling in love with her.