Last night at the baseball game: DTD, do any baseball players ever come to your restaurant?

DTD: No. Never.

Today: DTD texts Mike, A baseball player (opposing team) came into the restaurant. He asked me out.

End of story. She turned him down. For the excellent reason he was old enough to be her father. GOOD GRIEF!!! Glad DTD has a good head on her shoulders. (Some of) These professional athletes need to get a life.

Well, I mainly told this story because coincidences are one of the sparkles of my life. I love it that I just so happened to ask her about baseball players and her restaurant last night and the answer was NEVER. And then the very next day, not even 24 hours later, here comes a baseball player. And DTD ran and hid. That'll show him! Yeah, send 'em all packing, Baby!

Oops, that was a recap.

I'll tell you what, I didn't have these problems when I was a young lady. I was pasted to the wall.

WPKEM
(Wilted Pansy KEM)