So, I know a guy fwho really likes baseball. And apparently really likes me. Sweet. We go to baseball games together. So far, that represents 2/3 of our dates. Today was date number 3.
I find that he's growing on me. When we first went out, I was kind of dreading it--I wasn't really interested, but we seemed to have a good time together, so I thought I might as well go. The second time, I had had such a good time on the first date, I felt like I might as well go. This time, I said yes in a moment of weakness, when I thought I might be losing my favorite make-out buddy and felt a need to grasp at any alternative options available.
I had dinner with a friend last night, and she said that she wanted a taste of the baseball fan. She likes tall (he's definitely that), and she loves chivalry--a quality this man has in abundance, which really does nothing for me. She has decided that date number four will be a DC United game to which she will be invited. But I digress.
Perhaps it was the thought of competition from my best friend--a terribly attractive redhead--or just the fact that the baseball fan seems to be backing off from me a bit, but I found myself a little more intrigued this time than previous dates. I actually very nearly kissed him (but that would be awfully forward of me, wouldn't it?). I was a little disappointed when he didn't kiss me. Me!!! Disappointed!!! Tis a strange world, indeed.
The DC United game should be fascinating....
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