Anyway, Lenny was the
pitcher on one of the other teams in the league… and he is the epitome of
sexy. He’s tall, dark, dreads, lip
rings, tattoos and gauged ears. He satiates my jungle fever and my love for
punk rock boys.
Our team played his team several times, and of course, I
missed those games for whatever reason.
And then I decided to take the summer off (as did most of
the team) and guess what- he got put on our team. Talk about the worst case of FOMO I’ve ever
had.
So, like any normal person, I immediately messaged the only
remaining teammate from the previous season and told her to get me ALL of the
details. I got a quick response back:
super cute, fun, and single.
And then, a couple weeks later, she sends me this message,
“OMG, I messed up!!! I texted the wrong Karsen.
I was out with Lenny last night and he totally wanted to hang out with
you”
Apparently, she was talking to him about “kickball crushes”
and brought me up, he was interested, and wanted to invite me out. But she messaged the wrong person.
A couple more weeks passed, and she messaged me again to let
me know that the season is almost over- but they were going to need a sub for
the following game. So, I showed up in
my hot pink shirt ready to play…even though they didn’t end up needing me.
As I walked up I realized I should have had a couple drinks
before I left the house because I was all of a sudden super nervous. Like, butterflies and frogs and
everything. (SO out of character for
me!) And then I got there and didn’t know what to say to him, so I just avoided
him…well, I didn’t AVOID him, I just talked to everyone BUT him… until I
realized that he had alcohol in his Gatorade… then I became his best friend…
and a lot more talkative.
After the game, just about everyone said they were going to
go home, except him who kept asking if anyone wanted to go out. I volunteered myself to go, and then two of
his teammates followed suit. We ordered
a pitcher of beer and a round of shots, and before I knew it, we were flirting,
his arm was around me, and we were exceptionally close. He told me we were matched on a dating website
(he said Tinder, but I think he’s wrong) and I asked him why he didn’t message
me. He swore up and down that he did,
and told me what my profile picture looked like, “You’re on the beach with
sunglasses on, and the sun is shining on you.” <wrong>
He didn’t believe that I didn’t have a picture that looked like
that, so he picked up his phone and pulled up my Facebook. (Spelled my name correctly and everything!!) And
showed me the picture he was talking about.
We left the first bar and headed over to the second bar, he
bought my drink, we sat down next to each other, and again, his arm was around
me, and I was leaning over him as we picked out a karaoke song to sing
together. As we (flirted and) waited for
our turn, I told him I hated him, and he said, “Your hand is on the inside of my
leg; I’m pretty sure you don’t hate me.” So I took my hand off, put it in my
own lap, he grabbed it, put it back and said, “I didn’t say I didn’t want it
there.”
Olivia and her friend showed up (she was subbing for his
team) and we ordered another round of drinks.
And then he kissed me. We went to
sing our song, our friends left, and then we realized it was getting late, so
we decided to get home as well. He
walked me to my car (hand in hand) and then I dropped him off at his bike. He gave me his number, told me to text him
when I got home, and kissed me good-bye.
And then we made plans to hang out on Saturday.
