Page 50 of Catching Feels

Sitting in the dugout, with Bennett silently stewing beside me, we’re up by two in the eighth when he breaks the silence with, “They’re going to fuck this up.”

Not any more than I did.

“That would mean a good night’s sleep.”

“I think it’s dumb we don’t go to the bar after a loss. Isn’t that when we need it the most?”

“If we were alcoholics, but we’re not, and we’re not going to become one.”

“The other night, when you dipped out on us.”

I don’t respond. It won’t change how he feels regardless of what I say.

“Yeah, I think I need to get laid, like soon.”

“You do what you need to do, man,” I reply, trying not to laugh.

“My experience with real women is limited.”

What. The. Fuck?

“Might need some clarification on that, Blaze.”

“I wasn’t allowed to date.”

“Are you talking limited, as in blowup doll, or are you a virgin?”

He looks at me like I’m the idiot. “I lost my virginity at fifteen.”

“Not to a blowup doll?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “Professional women.”

“Your old man hired you hookers?” I ask, greatly needing clarification.

He nods. “They were part of my regimen.”

“And now they’re not?”

He shakes his head. “None of them are. My old man is on staff, so I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Never been on a date?”

He shakes his head.

“Never had a girlfriend?”

“Clearly not.”

“You wanna get laid or meet someone?”

“Both, but separate.”

“You want to date someone and fuck someone else?”

“Yes, but respectfully.”

“You understand that dating someone and fucking someone else is, in fact, disrespectful.”

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