chapter 9

No one cared what Andrew scored with his turn, this wasn’t about him. This was all about his opponent who was currently nourishing herself on a hot dog. Andrew didn’t know where it had come from and quite frankly, he didn’t care. He had walked into that bowling alley with his 140lb colleague who was so cold towards him that she barely acknowledged his existence and now he was three strikes away from walking out with his ideal girlfriend, a bulging behemoth of a woman that was totally sweet on his nerdy self.

“Sweetie, it’s time” he said, grabbing his would-be partner’s attention. He helped her to her feet and presented her with the heavier ball as she wiped some errant ketchup from her face, “go on baby, become perfect.”

She smiled as she lumbered toward the lane.

Strike! 380lbs.

Strike! 410lbs.

Andrew’s breath caught in his throat as the ball left her fingers for the final time in this match, he watched in glee as it collided with the pins, knocking every single one of them down.

A fanfare was heard over the public address system as confetti rained down and the scoreboard displayed her final strike before showing her score and the flashing words “PERFECT GAME!!” appeared for all to see.

When the confetti cleared Andrew rushed to give Ellen a hug. He was delighted to find he could no longer wrap his arms around her. They were soon approached by an employee of the bowling alley who had them pose for all manner of pictures and interviewed her for a piece on their website. Andrew couldn’t help but notice how her lower belly roll had popped out and was on full view in all of the pictures they took, it really would be a documentation on what had happened that evening.

They told Ellen that there would be a display in the alley to commemorate her magnificent achievement and asked if there was anything that she could leave behind to give it a personal touch. Ellen simply took a seat and directed her now boyfriend.

“Andy pooh, be a dear and take off my shoes, they’re pinching something awful!”

Andrew did as he was asked knowing there was no way in hell that Ellen would be able to reach past her gargantuan belly to untie her shoes.

Once they were removed, she handed them over to the employee saying “You can have my ball too, I have a feeling I won’t be using it much anymore.”

The shocked employee walked away as Andrew helped Ellen into a pair of much looser fitting sneakers, “so what will you do for a hobby if you plan to take some time off of bowling?” he asked.

“I was thinking of maybe starting a food blog, what do you think?”

“I know a great all you can eat place we could try for your first post; what do you say I pick you up at 8?”

“I’d say it’s a date” she replied as she smooched her lover.

The End.