"Hyaaa, what you doing tonight?" my coworker asked me. I know she had a thing for me. We went out once... ended up sleeping on the same bed, but as afraid I am of commitments and as desperate she is for a boy friend, I knew the same night it was not going anywhere.

"Not much" I replied.
"Wanna go grab a beer?" she asked.
"Let’s do it" I said.

There were three of us, me, her and another female co-worker who has big boobs and is proud about it. We played some pool. A guy joined and we played doubles. World Series game 5 Cardinals Vs Tigers was on and I was busy checking ballgame out than playing pool. Hitting off my co-worker as much as I can… I’m not much a player but I try. Things were going pretty smooth until I took off for a cigarette. I smoked, called couple friends, peed and returned back. Cigarette was a major turn off for her I knew. But I’m an idiot. When I came back, my pool place was taken over by some elderly gentleman and my date was making out with the bar tender who happened to be her friend. I was shocked, little disappointed that my scoring possibility for that night was ruined and little relieved that my co-worker finally found someone to exchange saliva with; I started paying full attention to ballgame. 3-2 Cardinals. Since my team lost on ALCS I started cheering Tigers and yeah they were losing. The elderly gentleman who took my place on the pool table came to introduce himself. “Hi I am Steve (whatever, I don’t remember now)”
”I am ….” I told my name “Nice to meet ya!”
He pronounced it wrong twice and got close to it the third time, when I said its “D” not “B”.
“See (my name pronounced wrong)…. He hits the ball with that bat….” He started teaching me baseball. I was like “I know hey” This season I went to ballpark more than he did perhaps… but hey I’m a brown guy. “You guys play cricket right?”
“Yeah yeah!” I took off not in mood for further conversation.

Couple other friends joined the bar and we were heading for dinner. My date was still making out intensely with the bar tender who was on call and was not working. I didn’t know there were flowers and butterflies between them, I was little jealous, but I was the one who didn’t want her to begin with. So can’t complain there.

It was a damn bad night. My date ended up sleeping with someone else. Tigers lost the World Series and a stupid alcoholic tried to teach me baseball.

Ah well next time, next venue, next girl, next game. Lets hope I’m gonna do everything right that time and my teams is gonna play superb ballgame.