Years ago Molly, my now ex, and I found ourselves at TopGolf celebrating a friend’s birthday on a summer Saturday night. (For those unfamiliar, it’s a swanky and overpriced multi level driving range that serves food and booze. It’s a generally good spot for a big group when the weather is nice.)
We were a few hours and a few drinks in, having fun with our group, when I took notice of a 20-something guy in the adjacent hitting bay, also with a group of friends, that seemed to have fixed his gaze on Molly.
Given my love for stirring up trouble, I brought his attention to her attention, “I think that guy over there in the blue shirt is totally eye-fucking you. You should introduce yourself.”
Molly agreed with a wink and spent the better part of the next hour chatting with this handsome new friend while he plied her with another round of drinks. Molly stayed in close enough proximity to our own group of friends to not make it too obvious, but none of our friends were going to notice anyway given their lack of sobriety.