That’s the bait. During your dating ritual, everything will be shown to you in a way that you want to see it. It’s all in place, the timing is r...ight and you eventually do it and ask one of the big questions like whether to move in or worse, marry you. This is where things get interesting. After awhile you’re in bliss and your head is in the clouds, then it comes. All your friends she originally met liked her and she liked them then as time goes along she doesn’t like them and tries to. I would be happy to break a hundred today."You hit the ball well, Rick," Astrid observed as we walked back to the car."Not bad, considering. Did you ever play golf?" A bit, when I was a teenager. Dad wanted me to learn. I took some lessons, but I guess I was interested in other things and I kind of dropped it." Since I'm starting over too, we should find a Par 3 and play nine holes ... just for fun and exercise." OK. That sounds like fun. You can help me find my ball when it disappears," she. Like I said, this is your story. So there you are... It's late, but the club is bright enough all around you. Polished leather, make up and jewelry glitter in the dancing lights from above. Loud, garish music reverberates all over the building. Girls giggle, men grunt, you smell hash mixed with a dozen perfumes and the guy who forgot to wear his deodorant. You travel the room, dodging elbows sticking from low cut dresses, liquor from swishing cups, and hulks barreling through to their latest. When my bride to be looked up and smiled at me, Mr. Happy nearly made a mess. My heart was pounding and I was looking at the most beautiful sight in my life. I stepped up to her and held out my hand. She took it and we turned to the small gathering. There were a few oohs and aahs and I would have expected no less with the way Tamara looked.The mariachi band began to stroll back towards the restaurant along the meandering deck. Steve followed with Susan on his arm. Mike and Lena were next..