To me nothing is better than going to the baseball stadium and breathing in the aroma of
grilled hotdogs,
cold beer,
and freshly cut grass,
singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game during the 7th Inning Stretch, and turning my hat inside out when it's time to rally my team.
Where else would you find vendors yelling out "Get yo lemonade! Lemonade like Grandma made!" or muscle cams or the wave going around the stadium? (Ok, besides every other American sport?)
Dating. The young person's plight. Filled with confusion, way too much analysis for words spoken and unspoken, and an occasional happy ending. Enjoyed by some.
For me nothing is better than the
disappointment of an unreturned phone call
"Find me on Facebook" at the conclusion of a first date
or initiator of a first date who backs out before it ever happens
(if it hasn't occurred to you, yet, I'm not doing so well in this area of my life)
What do baseball and dating have to do with each other? Well, let me explain my quest.
My quest is to go on a date with a Major League Baseball Player. (I apologize already to all you men out there who thought this was going to be a blog purely about sweat, leather, and hitting balls--don't worry, I hear your groans)
I know, this sounds crazy. Why would I, who am having so much trouble with the dating scene, want to make dating even harder? Because I want to answer that question that I'm convinced other women have had--can a slightly attractive, but fairly regular girl next door ever stand a chance with a Major League Baseball Player?
I'm going to found out.
