Dating Memories

Last night hubby and I watched the movie “The Big Lebowski” from 1998 with Jeff Bridges and John Goodman.

I know that this kind of movie isn’t on the top 10 list of most of you enlightened readers. It’s sophomoric movie about a bum (The Dude) who seeks restitution for a ruined rug, and his super weird bowling buddies who help get it.  It’s full of swearing, smoking dope, mistaken identities, and super weird characters.

It was one of my son’s favorites.

Yesterday was my late son’s birthday, and we spent the evening honoring him in as many ways we could. Watching crazy movies from the end of the 20th century was one way to do it.

But the purpose of this blog was to note how this movie rang some bells of my own.

A lot of the movie takes place in a bowling alley. An early 90s bowling alley.

I met my husband at a bowling alley in an early 80s.

Those were the days. 

Sparkling bowling balls and orange and beige half-round seats that could hold 8 bowlers comfortably. Some weird dude behind the counter spraying disinfectant into bowling shoes that you could rent along with abandoned bowling balls you could use for free. Trying to remember the difference between an X and a / and adding numbers in your head for the score sheet. The sounds of bowling pins constantly falling over, people laughing and drinking and trying to keep a 15 pound ball rolling straight down the middle of a narrow lane.

True love by strikes and spares.

It made me wonder how young people meet and fall in love these days. If it’s not during high school or college or it work or fix-ups through friends, how do they do it? No smelly bowling alleys, dusty softball fields, or out-of-control beer house parties. No eyeing each other from separate blankets at outdoor rock concerts. No immediate or chance eye contact that explodes into that zing-a-ling feeling. No guessing about the other’s family or job or hobbies or habits, for today you can pick up a Google trail on just about anybody.

Alas, I would hate to think dating apps and Zoom and Snap Chat are their only choices, for nothing says romance like the smell of a well-oiled bowling alley lane and the stinky shoes that go with it.

 

 

 

 

 

You Bowl Me Over

bowlingLet’s start this out with the truth. I suck at bowling. Let’s finish this up with the truth. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is the crazy fun you can have with people you don’t fully know.

No one can know any one 100%. Fact of life. Who knows what’s in the minds of your significant other, your great kid, your best friend. Heck, you don’t even know YOU as much as you think. Having said that, think about how many “others” you come in contact with every day. If you work outside the house, if you have kids that go to school, you always find someone you can share small talk with. Sometimes the small talk grows into comfortable talk. Sometimes the comfortable talk tumbles into good friend talk.  But no matter where you allow the friendship to go, there is always something good to come from it.

Some people will tell you their life story in 10 minutes. Others will hold secrets as long as you know them. That’s a fact of life, too. As long as you don’t demand more (or less) from these “others” you might find real people that you enjoy being around.

I’ve been blessed in my life with a great husband, great kids, and great friends. It hasn’t always been this way. These days we laugh that wherever there’s an “A” (my last name initial), there is drama. Cancer. Passing On. Water damage from a broken faucet while your house is up for sale. It can be a big thing, it can be a small thing. But it’s always SOMEthing. That’s why you need to find friendship, a good time, whenever you can. A few fun hours can clear your thoughts, move you forward.

Back to sucking at bowling. I went to the company outing Saturday, doing my best to throw a ball down the alley, mostly winding up with gutter balls and single digit pins. To think I met my husband at a bowling alley 35 years ago was a flash down an alley I barely remember (no pun intended).

But what didn’t suck was that I had fun with people that I see in a totally different environment 40 hours a week. A single mother, a married mother of one, and a single would-make-a-great-mother, all made bowling and friendship such an easy thing. During the week we all sit tied to our desks, way over our heads in work, barely sharing tales of what we did yesterday, no less what we did years ago. Yet these are people that I see day in and day out. People who accept me for what they see. People who don’t judge me for past mistakes or slights or wrong turns. There’s no way we could know each other’s upside down lives, yet we are drawn by the common need for friendship and understanding that their “upside down” lives looks hauntingly familiar.

People don’t need to be a full-time member of your personal entourage to be your friend. While you don’t have to share intimate details, you can share the best part of yourself with others who need it. An ear to listen, advice from experience — it doesn’t matter. I learn from those who have walked my path as well as those who are walking across the field somewhere. Laughing over the little things, like bowling, makes the rest of life easier. It won’t cure the disease or a broken heart or unemployment, but it will let you know you’re not alone in the wilderness.

Now…if someone could just teach me how to bowl…