Soccer or Baseball?

I know this will be of no shock - but I like boys. I like all kinds of boys, tall boys, cute boys, hot boys, nerdy boys, muscle boys ( though not as often), and of course, my emotionally fucked boys.

Boys oh boy, I like boys.

Of course, I should call them men.
But I don't.
It would mean that I am a woman as opposed to a girl. Ageism is an ugly thing. And I am part of the problem. I like boys to be younger than me, not older, and have almost never dated someone who was the same age or older than me.
They are just more fun.

I went to baseball today, only there wasn't anyone there. I hadn't gone to the diamond part of baseball Sundays yet, only the drinking after part. Today was going to be the day where I broke down this barrier in my mind.
I got my little MP3 all warmed up with new tunes, dug through my change and got on the subway. I figured it was not too hard to find... How many baseball diamonds can possibly be at Bloor and Christie?

I wandered around for an hour and a half. I found 3 - no 4 diamonds. (None of them had my people there) I also found a park with a water fountain with a billion children playing in the water. Couples eating ice cream all around me. Dogs chasing frisbees. Old drunks passed out on benches. I saw girls dressed like whores, in the daylight, in the park - don't even want to think about that. So many things going on in the Pitts.

I also saw two different soccer games going on. I stopped and watched one for about 30 minutes. They were playing with no shirts on ( well not all of them). Running and sweating and yelling to each other. It was fabulously sexy. I was sad that I was alone to watch this beautiful site. I called my dear friend to get comfort that I wasn't too stupid to find a baseball diamonds, even with rough directions. She was of no help with my plight, yet she did entertain me all the same. Bless her.

Bless those hot soccer boys too.

I eventually found my friends at the Drinking part of the afternoon. It seems that not enough people showed to play. So they moved onto the drinking and eating instead. I must have missed them by little time, as I did go to the first diamond ( which was theirs), and no one was there.

It was nice. Got to hear boys talking about motorcycles and hot chicks. I do enjoy learning about the boys. Also, there was the old guy. He is a odd duck in this pond of personalities. He is older than everyone by at least a decade. Friendly enough, but a little full of himself - though he has more life experience, so maybe it is deserved.

I can tell he is curious about me. We have only met a handful of times, and we never really talk. There was an incident a few "drinkings" ago where he referred to women as bitches, and I said something, in my joking manner, and he took it as an offense. He spent some time apologizing for it, and I tried to assure him I was joking.. And am not the type of girl to get upset over something so trivial.

This week, with a smaller crowd, he took time to talk to me more. He bummed a few smokes from me - then disappeared to the store to get reinforcements. He actually bought me a pack of smokes.
Kinda odd.
I wasn't put out by giving a few up.
No need to go above and beyond. He also mentioned that he wants to sit with me for an hour sometime and talk. Freaky stuff really. It is different when you just start talking to someone and get into a long conversation, that is the stuff we all want to happen right?

Getting to something important and somehow intense for an hour. We all learn things and get better for it... But to say it...After he got me something. I am most likely going to be weird with him, without even thinking about it, cuz he bought face time with a pack of cigarettes.

Of course, it could have been the "safety" meeting the boys had in the parking lot out back before this conversation took place.
Who knew that being safe - sometimes means danger!!

Titanium also advised me, after I told him of my Christie Pitts adventure - that the hot soccer players are there every week as well. How can I not go? Cheer on my friends while they play baseball and drool over the south American boys playing shirtless, hot, soccer?
Seriously.
This is like a dream come true.
Two sports have never come together in such a perfect way.