wait, am i a schoolgirl again?

today, i am proud to admit something that i never thought my 25-year-old self would be saying–

i totally have a crush.

crushes in the mid-twenties are rare, as most single men i meet have either been pre-arranged for me to date, or they're gay. (and, speaking from past experience, i have given up all hope of romance with the latter.)

but there is a loophole in this crazy maze of post-college dating that allows you to meet single straight men without precondition: the recreational sports team.

for the past three years, despite having no athletic ability whatsoever, i have been on a co-ed softball team. mostly because my friend is the "team leader" and has somehow convinced me every year to come back. partly because the idea of drinking beer on a monday night without judgment is incredibly appealing. and partly because my permanent status in right field leaves little opportunity for me to make a complete fool of myself. (although i have managed this on a surprising number of occasions.)

however, this year, sparks are flying on the field, bringing my motivation to a whole new level.

he's been on my team for the past two years, but one of us has always been in a relationship. this year, thanks to some sneaky detective work on my part, i found out we are both single and free to mingle. problem is– we're both also incredibly shy when it comes to talking to the opposite sex. so we've exchanged a total of four sentences since the season started a month and a half ago.

the way i see it– it's four sentences. and we've still got two months to go.

but really– who's counting?