Playing the Field

Last night I met a baseball player at the party I was at. We danced, talked, argued about the Giants, and actually had a really good connection. We made out, but I don’t remember his name (but somehow I remember his position, hometown, major, and favorite color?).

There is nothing a random dance floor make out can’t cure. Being single is really, really fun.

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