Maureen stared in the mirror for fifteen minutes straight. She was going on a date – a first date. She had met a cute blue-eyed blond a few days ago. He was quiet and seemed afraid to talk to her. That's what she liked about him. His roommate sure did a lot of talking though.
When she heard the doorbell, she gave her curls one last adjustment and barreled out of her bedroom and towards the door.
"Mark!" Maureen exclaimed with a grin, attacking him with a hug.
"Hi, Maureen," he said quietly, surprised at her forwardness. "Ready?"
"Yep," she replied, grabbing a denim jacket and a black sequined purse and lacing her arm through Mark's. "Where are we going?"
"Mini-golf," Mark replied with a grin.
"I've never been mini-golfing before," Maureen answered. Good thing I didn't wear the skirt, she thought.
"Really? I used to go all the time with my sister when I was a kid," Mark said, surprised. "It's fun, trust me."
"The downsides of being an only child," Maureen mused. "I've always wanted a big sister though."
"If you had known me fifteen years ago, I'd have been happy to give you Cindy," Mark smirked.
Maureen laughed, leaning into Mark's shoulder as they walked a few blocks to the golf course.
"Two please," Mark said, paying the vendor. "Maureen, what color ball would you like?"
"Pink," she answered. Mark took a pink ball and a blue ball from the man and selecting a club for each of them.
"Here," Mark said, handing them to her.
"You're going to have to show me what to do?"
"It's easy," he replied, placing his ball on the mat and taking a swing.
"YOU WIN!" Maureen cried, watching the ball sail down the green and easily into the hole.
"There's eighteen holes, this was just the first," Mark explained. "It's called a hole in one."
"Oh," she answered, a bit embarrassed.
"Your turn."
Maureen carefully set the ball down, raising the club high to swing.
"No, no, no!" Mark said. "Be gentle."
She grinned and tapped the ball lightly. Hole number one took her five shots before she got relatively close to the hole. The people waiting were getting annoyed.
They moved to the next ones, Mark getting the ball in with two or three shots. It took Maureen about six.
"Come here, let me help you," Mark said at last, setting down his club and ball. He hadn't even bothered to get a scorecard. He helped Maureen select a groove to put her ball in and stood behind her. Lacing his arms around her waist, he took hold of her hands and helped her position them correctly on the club. "Like this," he instructed. Mark gently pulled her arms back, leading her club into a swing. The ball went around the rock on the green, easily making it into the hole.
"Oh my god Marky I did it!" Maureen exclaimed, dropping her club to hug him.
Placing a kiss on her nose, he smiled, "Shall we go on?"
"Yes," she gave him a quick peck on the lips before letting him go.
They walked to the next hole, a strange black box-like thing with a towel attached to it on the way. "Oooohh what's this?" Maureen asked, stopping to read the sign next to it
"Oh that's so you can…"
Maureen's eyes lit up. "Mark, do you want to wash your balls?" she asked, turning to the bright red blond.
Fin