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Playing the Game

I am a huge baseball fan.  I have had season tickets to my home team since 1999, travel to see them play on the road at least once a year and have recently fallen in love with the All Star game and have been to the last 2.  I love the game and all it entails.

Last week while in Kansas City for the All Star game, I met a nice, good looking guy in the hotel bar.  He graciously offered to give up his seat for my friend and I, but there was an empty one on the other side of the bar so I grabbed that one.  He still found a way into out conversation and we ended up talking until last call.  He paid for a couple of drinks because he said he was enjoying the conversation so much.  When the bartender came over and announced last call I asked, “is it last drink or are you kicking us out?” My new friend leaned over and said, “I have an idea, why don’t we take these last drinks upstairs.”

At this point I had a decision to make and it didn’t take long, after all,I am a 30 something single female and on vacation.  I agreed and joined him in his room where things progressed as one would assume they would.  When things were over and I was going to head back to my own room he asked, “should we try and keep in touch?”  I thought about it for a moment, the conversation we had downstairs was really good, there was an attraction there, and we were very compatible in the relations area.  But then reason kicked in and I said, “We don’t have to play that game.” He agreed and as he was walking me to the door I had a last second change of heart and left my number and he in turn gave me his email.  I know I will never hear from him and I will never use the email he gave me, but for a moment it was nice to not be part of the game.



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