The other night #72 and I went to a Dodger game. It was one of the worst games in Dodger history, but it was fun being at the stadium. I’m not really into sports, unless it’s sport fucking, but since this is a real relationship with a guy who loves sports, my affinity for them is a natural state. I even watched some of the NBA championships. (Of course when quizzed about whom the Heat was playing, it took me a moment or two to remember).
A few weeks ago, I was talking to my best friend and he said that I deserve more than I’m asking for in this relationship. I had to agree with him, but then, after last night, I started thinking about the things that #72 and I have done together. We might spend most nights watching movies at his house and eating popcorn, but we’ve gone to some sports events, a few concerts at the Hollywood Bowl, a trip to Yosemite and to Disneyland. That’s not bad for over a year.
The thing is, I never really knew what I deserved. It had never occurred to me. Like, okay, fuck me proper and that’s all I need. But in this situation, I’m not getting fucked proper or at all, really, and I have to figure out what else there is, or I what I should be expecting.
I decided I needed flowers sometimes. He responded the next day coming over with a bouquet of daisies. Then I decided I needed to spend more time with his friends. A week later the three of us were seated in the stands behind first base. He came to my party. What more could I ask for? Or should I ask for?
We all know that everyone is different. Some women like guys to buy them lots of stuff, They want and want and want. Fancy restaurants all the time, bubble baths and champagne. I don’t like champagne and I haven’t taken a bath in years. The litter box is in the tub and the idea of sitting in the same area as my cat’s toilet grosses me out. He mentioned taking a bath at his house, or him giving me one to be specific.
I think I’m happy with where we’re at. Once in a while a good date. Seeing each other a few times a week. I really don’t need much more than that. And whether or not I deserve more is irrelevant. Just because you deserve something doesn’t necessarily mean it will make you happy.
Moral of the story, if there are enough base hits, you can still make it to home plate