Great softball today. I had several RBIs, and caught a nice pop fly during practice. We beat the Wings (sponsored by none other than the Spiegel) 25-10. They had a few runs on us when our second game was rained out, but it was only the second inning. Thus, the Ballbreakers remain undefeated.

That, alas, was the high point of my day. I had a date tonight with Alabam' from my softball team. He is such a handsome guy. So handsome. And charming. My plan was to take him to dinner to a great place I know in Brooklyn called Harvest on Court Street in Cobble Hill. Then perhaps a walk along the Promenade in the Heights, then back to his place for some hot lovin'. I showed up at 8:30 as planned, the doorman rang him and there was no answer. I called him on his cell phone, and it turns out that an ex boyfriend of his with romance woes had shown up needing a shoulder to cry on, and Alabam' had lent his shoulder. Thus, he had to cancel.

Ah well. Another time. Interesting how excited I was getting ready for The Date. Getting dressed, thinking everything through, making a plan... Just like getting ready for a scene. And it was a scene of sorts.

Huh. A 'romance scene.' And the other night I had a 'fucking scene.' C'mon, boy. Give over control to me. Let me take you on a journey. You just be good and responsive. What can't be a scene?

Several weeks ago, I was sitting in the Factory Cafe, and at the next table were sitting these two bears. The older of the two had a really impressive gut, a perfect beachball. They had coffee and chatted. And then the energy changed. Beachball got up, and came back to the table with a generous serving of apple pie a la mode, which he placed in front of his younger buddy. They smiled at each other. Younger buddy dug in. Beachball watched him eat the pie. Younger buddy watched Beachball watching him eat the pie.

It was a belly building scene. I just about shot in my pants as I watched. So hot. Such energy between the two of them. Right there in the Factory Cafe.

Romance scenes. Fucking scenes. Apple pie scenes. The possibilities truly are endless.

C'mon, boy. Let me take you on a trip.

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