In my 20s, I joined our church’s bowling league, comprised of couples, single people and clergy. In the league was a handsome, hazel-eyed young man with a charismatic smile who would make the rounds and say hello to everybody.
My girlfriend said he was coming around to see me.
I thought not. He was a nice guy greeting everyone. We could all learn from his example.
After this went on for many weeks, she bet me, on a split spare, that if she got this shot I had to give him a day and time for a date. Positive her lousy bowling would absolve me from action, I made the bet.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to him explaining I had lost a bet. I said, “Thursday at 7:30.” He said, as he looked at me with those eyes and that smile, “Oh. Okay.”
Later we were married by the priest who bowled with us, and were blessed with two children and 32 years together.
My husband died suddenly about a year ago in the midst of planning our daughter’s wedding. In the same church, the priest who had married us so long ago, now in his 90s, performed the ceremony.
This is the best bet I ever lost and one I would never change.
Cristina Dal Molin,
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