OK, here's the deal.
I've got a small core group of friends (they're all baseball fans, so that's cool, even if they are Brave fans..gah).
I've made the HUGE mistake of falling for one of these chicks. I told her today, and, unfortunatly, it went pretty much like I thought it would.
I just hope I haven't started a chain of events that somehow gets me sent off to Alaska, where they have no major league baseball.
I'm glad I told her, since I was miserable anyway, but this just opens another big can of worms.
And can I sound anymore like a 12 year old girl?
I think Hagar the Horrible has the right idea, go off for months at a time with his boys, come home every now and then for a little sugar, then back to sea.
"But I do know Joey's sister indirectly (or foster sister) and I have heard stories of Joey being into shopping, designer wear, fancy coffees, and pedicures."