I finally visited Charlottesville for the first time, and all I had to do was marry a JAG and wait for her to go for training in Virginia!
As I drove through the town I noticed a highway exit for the polo grounds. Several years ago when I was working at a NYC law firm on the word processing staff, I would often chat with a young associate whenever she dropped off work for our department. One Friday she said she was going to Charlottesville for the weekend and I jokingly said that I wanted to come along, figuring it is easier to be turned down for an outlandish idea than something mundane such as going out for coffee. Plus, what if I got to go?
As a general rule, I think I have successfully blocked out most experiences of date rejection for the same good reasons the body shuts out memories of events just prior to a horrific accident. But in this case, I was taken by surprise by her answer and had a hard time even processing the question:
Do you play polo?!
How would you answer that?
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“You are a dirty one, aren’t you?”
That would have been my response.