Dear Followers,
I have failed you in many ways in the past months.
First, I did not complete my application for the MLB Fan Cave. I will chalk it up to a deep depression as a result of a) having to endure my first winter in 2 years and b) realizing that I was not going to be able to fund a trip to Phoenix for Spring Training.
Second, I was not able to fund a trip to Phoenix for Spring Training.
But enough of that. Let's get on to more important matters...
I have a confession to make.
I am dating someone.
And he's not a baseball player.
Which causes a bit of a dilemma...
How do I tell the guy I'm dating that I have a blog about dating baseball players?
See, this guy is pretty stellar, and even if he is not a baseball player, he has many good qualities which I've mentioned in previous blogs. Plus, he likes baseball. He is even willing to take me to the batting cages.
But at some point, I should probably tell him about this blog. So, I've thought about some ways to break the news to him:
1. Randomly e-mail the link to the blog to him and write a message that says, "Look what I found!" and wait for him to call me.
2. Talk to him about it as if it hasn't actually happened yet: "One time I thought it would be fun to try to date a baseball player. And then blog about it." or "Wouldn't it be cool if someone had a blog about dating a baseball player?"
3. Start the conversation by asking him if he's ever wanted to date a celebrity or model. Then tell him about the blog and end with "But that's not nearly as bad you wanting to date ________."
4. There's always the tell-him-something-worse-first trick. "I think we should see other people. Just kidding. But I do have a blog about dating baseball players."
It's weird though. It's like he already knows this blog exists. I was talking to him a few weeks ago and he made some comment about how professional sports players are really tempted to cheat in their relationships. Huh.
I'm gonna keep doing what I do. But don't get me wrong. If a baseball player happens to ask me out on a date, I will kindly defer to my single girlfriends. And then secretly curse her.
Until next time,
Marie Colette
