My Public Apology to the Mets
Let me start by saying that I am NOT a baseball fan. I’ll go to a game, but I don’t follow it. Some people in my family are CRAZY Mets fans so I sort of consider myself a Mets fan. I actually don’t religiously follow any sport, but I’m more of a Hockey girl than anything else.
Today, while at Physical Therapy I started chatting it up with a tall good-looking guy by asking him what he was “in” for. It’s not often that I see someone cute AND tall at PT and since it was my last time there, I thought I’d entertain myself. After we spoke about our injuries, he asked me where I grew up, where I lived, what I did for a living, blah blah blah. Quite the curious fellow. Me being me, I didn’t ask too much and didn’t inquire further when he told me that he got his injury pitching. I thought he might just have meant pitching for a work league or something. I did ask to see his scar though… good stuff. He hated it, but I told him that it adds character. It does! Plus, it’s always good for a story.
So, after about an hour we parted ways and I wished him luck with his healing. I wonder if my charming personality kept his attention or if it was the cat poses I had to do while he stood behind me with my ass in full view. Hmmm.
When I left, my trainer asked if I knew who I was talking to. My response? “No, should I?” I was just enjoying flirting with a tall good-looking guy… I wasn’t LOOKING for anything, but we all love a little flirting every once in a while. Or is that just me. The mystery is almost ALWAYS better than the reality which is why flirting is so much fun.
OK. I’ll get to who it was. Yankee pitcher Carl Pavano. As soon as I heard he was a Yankee, I felt like I betrayed the team my family has been fans of for ages.
My apologies to the Mets. I will make it up to you if you send one of your tall cuties to my office to flirt with. Promise!