I work a booth at a farmer's market every Saturday morning. There's this girl who works at another booth just a few stalls down. For the past few weeks we have chatted here and there - she even gave me a bite of her frozen yogurt the other day as we were all breaking down our tents. I've always enjoyed talking to her and she's super cute, so this week, I decided that I would ask her out.
It was like going to bat against a pitcher that you haven't faced before, but you've seen his stuff and think you might have a good shot at getting a hit. So I step up to the plate, and take a big swing.
"What are you doing later? There's a show down at the Casbah tonight that I was going to go see. Would you want to go?"
I connect right on the sweet spot of the bat and hit a rocket. Everything about the at bat feels great - good eye contact, level swing, smooth follow through. But I don't even take one step towards first base because the ball goes directly... to... the shortstop.
"That sounds really cool, but so you know, I have boyfriend. Maybe we can hang out another time? As friends?"
I can hear my teammates on the bench, "Good cut... Good cut."
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