A Fumble at the ballgame

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

I set a second date with the financial analyst... I'm happy about...He's not the marine and really I don't think I am settling okay maybe I am...

I just want to feel that spark again... we will see...

So anyway back to the 2nd date...I decided we would go to a local minor league baseball team. I wanted to see the sports knowledge of this man because I love baseball I mean absolutely love the game... we decide to meet in the parking lot of the store down the street and go to the game together. I'm sooo sweet... that I pay for parking because I never told him about having to have to pay for parking haha myyy bad! We get to the game and get two field tickets. GREAT SEATS! Third baseline and about 7 rows up. Ideal to watch the game and see the butt of the third baseman who is soooo hot!

The game begins and I am enjoying the game and then...he takes out his digital camera...no, no we don't do this...I don't take pictures on the 1st or 2nd date. What's the reason!? To have memories of a date gone wrong? To see how horrible we look together? Well... I guess I could see how good I looked...hmmm I'll remember that.

I order a "cold bear hair" (cold beer here) from a slightly overweight bald man who was out of breath from bending over...WHAT A MAN! The financial anaylst just looked at me like.. are you seriously going to drink a beer. HELL YEA I AM! And if they come around with "hawt dogs" i'll get one of those too! Geez someone needs to loosen up his tie.

In the midst of the beer the opposing team hit a shot to the outfield...and our right fielder dropped it...SERIOUSLY! no wonder we are LAST in all that is minor league baseball. While I am yelling to stick with it Mr. Financial Analyst says....

ugh... he fumbled it

FUMBLED?! Realllyyyy!!! We are at a BASEBALL GAME not a FOOTBALL GAME. I think my blank stare and silent are you kidding me demeanor prompted his... just a test to see if you really understood the game.

LISTEN BUDDY! After ten years of softball and following baseball my ENTIRE life I am sure I KNOW BASEBALL.... is this game over yet....
Leaving the game I check my cellphone...

Good game isn't it --Level 10 Clinger

KILL MY LIFE!!! WHY! I don't answer I can't start this again...but I mean I could probably get a free meal out of it hmmmm evil I know...

The Financial Analyst took me back to my car but he did not hesitate to mention the bars I go to are dive bars...ohhh cause he is so CLASSY and drinks chick drinks cause he can't stand beer. THEN before I get in my car he mentions how I should probably wash it... oh and he would like to see me again. REALLY!? I don't think so... I think this is the last date unless something changes

I need to start new...

New Rules to add

• must know the difference between a fumble and a error
• must enjoy a dive bar
• MUST enjoy a beer

Xoxo
**ME**

Que sera sera

Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,

It's Easter and my sister is home from college which I am psyched about really! So...I probably should tell her...

I'm addicted to dating sites....

This is what I am waiting for from my perfect always in a relationship little sister...

You're crazy...they must have something wrong with them...they aren't that good looking....what are you thinking?!?

So we go out for the night and as we are ending up the night out at the diner for an after bar breakfest, my cell starts to vibrate. SWEET! I knew exactly who it was regardless of the time... the marine was able to get off base to spend some time with me.

I know it is late, he says, but I would really like to see you tonight. Work has been crazy and I won't be able to see you any other time this weekend.

yes, YES! Is the thought that came to my head. It would be prefect my sister could take me there and just come get me in the morning. Little did I know the tables would have turned...my sister...the one who always says to grow up...make the first move. YOUR TRUE LOVE IS NOT GOING TO FALL INTO YOUR LAP! Hasss to talk to the Marine first...

Nope..NO...no you're not going. He just wants to sleep with you. He called me sweetheart. He does NOT care about you...

...and as my eyes swelled with tears it hits me, in some strange way it is like she doesn't want me to be happy. Because when it comes down to it... I don't care about the 3am calls because I still get calls during the week, the emails, the ims, the text messages.... just once I would like to be the happy one. But...not now...not this time...the marine calls me back and he is baffled and angry and hangs up

He hung up...on me...and when I tried to call him back he there was no answer...

There it goes out the window...

My biggest regret... not going to see him that night. Maybe things would have been different today.

Xoxo
**ME**