This afternoon I made plans to see a friend from high school. It is very difficult to make plans with him for several reasons:
- He is an insomniac and has to keep to a very strict evening routine so he does not "socialize" in the evening.
- He lives very, very far away so I rarely see him.
- He is about 3 millimetres away from becoming a hermit.
- He is a germaphobe.
- He takes over twenty minutes to brush his teeth (see previous point).
Originally I had planned we should go for a walk. He likes going for walks especially since there are very few people and he can keep his gloves on (for fear of germs). Today was much colder than it has been the last couple days so that was out.
My next suggestion was bowling. Yikes! From the dirty look I got you would think I had suggested an assassination. He was leery about the rented shoes touching bowling balls that other people had used. Fortunately I have the ability to convince him to do things he normally would not do. First, I convinced him just to drive to the bowling alley. I wasn't even sure if the place even would be open in the middle of the afternoon on a week day. When we saw people leaving the building we knew it was open and he seemed incredibly disappointed. I promised him that he can wash his hands and his socks. He told me he might have to throw out his socks (I thought he was joking but he was not).
After about his fourth strike in a row, he admitted to me he used to be in a bowling league. Upon further investigation I found out he had been in a youth bowling league for several years during the same time that I bowled. We even bowled at the same time but did not met until 10 years later. (Our high school was very big and we did not met until the last day of grade 11).
We had lots of fun and once we started bowling he didn't even freak out about anything.
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