This was unlike any dating service Rock had ever heard of, and for reasons unbeknownst to him, he had signed up. It was programmed to match Hash House Harriers with people who were talented and experienced enough at slowpitch softball to have an aptitude for golf. As a consequence, it would match Hashers with someone to whom they could offer golf instruction.
Rock was way out in the woods, a mile or so removed from the Current River and an old, rickety general store near Van Buren, Missouri. As he pulled a strand of toilet paper from the men's room in the store, an overweight blonde woman approached him. Rock did not find her at all attractive.
"I've only played fastpitch softball, but the dating service sent me out here for you," she said.
He didn't know what to say.
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