Pickup games
Last night, the Giant Robot softball team played a short-handed Morning Wood squad. Traffic between West L.A. and West Hollywood was terrible. Everyone ran late, including Eric and me. We arrived at the diamond with 15 minutes to spare, only to find that parking was practically nonexistant due to a nearby fancy reception with spotlights and giftbags. Because I didn't stretch or warm up, my outing started off rocky. The first three batters scored three runs off one or two walks and a homer. But after that, it was (mostly) smooth sailing. It didn't hurt they only had eight players, and had three infielders and three outfielders. Too bad there weren't any ringers for them to pick up. We ran it up to 24-13, more than compensating for defensive lapses with strong, smart hitting.
After the game, we walked around the block from the park to a 24-hour coffee shop. It's kind of pricy, but the waiters are nice and they give you a lot of food. Mostly, it's just convenient since there's a patio that's always open--perfect for a bunch of loud, dirty, and possibly stinky dudes. But this isn't a restaurant review, so let's move on.
Walking toward the bathroom to relieve myself of Gatorade (thanks, Greg) and wash my hands, a skinny dude with sunglasses and a brown jacket walked out and then walked right back in. Maybe he had the runs or had to puke? I couldn't recall if there were stalls or if it was just a little room, so I waited even though the door was ajar. I was by the door long enough to grab a weekly paper and for another dude to wait behind me, decide to hold it in, and return to his booth.
When the guy finally exited, I entered and took my place in front of the urinal. He followed me in and asked, "Are you shy?" I'm not used to people talking to me while I pee, but didn't think much of it. I said, "No," and he said that he was waiting for me. Still looking straight ahead at the wall, I said, "Oh, I wasn't sure if you were done or not..." That's when he said that he thought I was cute, and I continued, "Oh, I just want to pee and wash my hands." He said, "Is that all?" and I said, "Yeah, it's cool," and split.
From the patio where we were hanging out, I could see the guy hanging out by the bar area for about 20 minutes. He looked out now and then, but I tried not to make eye contact. Eric said the guy was standing by the bathroom for a long time, maybe since we arrived at the restaurant. Eventually, I saw they guy walk out with a much older, dumpier guy. Yeah, I was probably cute compared to him.
Jocks, not johns.
After the game, we walked around the block from the park to a 24-hour coffee shop. It's kind of pricy, but the waiters are nice and they give you a lot of food. Mostly, it's just convenient since there's a patio that's always open--perfect for a bunch of loud, dirty, and possibly stinky dudes. But this isn't a restaurant review, so let's move on.
Walking toward the bathroom to relieve myself of Gatorade (thanks, Greg) and wash my hands, a skinny dude with sunglasses and a brown jacket walked out and then walked right back in. Maybe he had the runs or had to puke? I couldn't recall if there were stalls or if it was just a little room, so I waited even though the door was ajar. I was by the door long enough to grab a weekly paper and for another dude to wait behind me, decide to hold it in, and return to his booth.
When the guy finally exited, I entered and took my place in front of the urinal. He followed me in and asked, "Are you shy?" I'm not used to people talking to me while I pee, but didn't think much of it. I said, "No," and he said that he was waiting for me. Still looking straight ahead at the wall, I said, "Oh, I wasn't sure if you were done or not..." That's when he said that he thought I was cute, and I continued, "Oh, I just want to pee and wash my hands." He said, "Is that all?" and I said, "Yeah, it's cool," and split.
From the patio where we were hanging out, I could see the guy hanging out by the bar area for about 20 minutes. He looked out now and then, but I tried not to make eye contact. Eric said the guy was standing by the bathroom for a long time, maybe since we arrived at the restaurant. Eventually, I saw they guy walk out with a much older, dumpier guy. Yeah, I was probably cute compared to him.
Jocks, not johns.
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