So when I was in year 9 I had this fascination with baseball. Something about people throwing balls at each other and carrying about wooden bats seemed fascinating to me. Like a mixture of The Warriors and dodgeball but without the aggressive gym teacher. Around the peak of my fascination I met this girl at a party who was heaps into baseball and we really hit it off. She told me that her dad used to be a pitcher (which also fascinated me as I was studying Catcher in the Rye in class. I never did read past the titles) and I really wanted to meet him so I started dating her. He was really cool, he had a moustache and everything, but the girl and I had nothing in common so we would sit in her room bored while reading comments. One afternoon I got so bored I started jumping on the bed. Her dad assumed this meant we were having sex which he wasn’t cool with. He then sent me home and took away my baseball hat. She still wanted to see me but I told her that I had my reasons and stopped talking to her. I think I still like baseball, but no longer jump on girl’s beds.
NOTE: This is a fictional post written mostly by my sexy friend Justin.
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