But she was a bit old for my taste. So at this point, I was getting a bit uncomfortable with what was going on. But I said that this looks better than... the last one. Then she came close to me and said, “You’re funny.”At this point, I was done. But she asked me to wait 30 more minutes as her daughter would arrive soon. I was not in a hurry like last time. So I said sure no problem. So out of curiosity, I asked her if she was married. She said she got divorced almost 20 years back.Her daughter is. Hitting was a foreign language to me. To put it succinctly, I sucked like a Hoover.Little Rock brought in a scrawny guy to pitch to me, who looked like he might pitch, or might simply fall over in a faint. He was so skinny, I wondered how he could keep his pants up, but he had a tremendous fastball, with no movement. If I could catch up to it, I could hurt them.That was wishful thinking.Good morning. Good afternoon. Good night. Three pitches and I didn't even make contact.I looked so bad I was. ‘Thanks asshole. I won’t be getting any tonight. ‘Mark said trying hard to sound mad, but was not convincing. ‘What? Did you and this Jesse have a thing? Is that why she gets so mad? What’s the deal? ‘ ‘No. We are just friends. Not that I haven’t thought about it, mind you. She is very attractive. ‘ ‘Then why not go for it? ‘ ‘She isn’t someone that’s easy to get close to. ‘ ‘So she turned you down. ‘He laughed. ‘Hell, I thought we were getting to know each other pretty well and I thought she. About 20 minutes later, we were all on our 4th or 5th beers, and the conversation was tuning to a more personal nature. Ceez was asking me how often I swim, and telling me that I had lovely legs. I smiled, and at that point the whole conversation seemed to focus on me.I was a bit tipsy, when Paul, sitting beside me placed his hand on my leg. I looked up at him, and tried to move my leg back, but he only gripped it tighter, smiling. I set my beer on the coffee table, and grabbed his hand to pull.