Ensley: Kickball Superstar, Dating Disaster

I wrote yesterday's post right before I headed to my kickball game. I'd had a pit in my stomach all day that a certain someone had read the post about him, despite me being under the impression he hadn't the slightest idea about my blog.

Guess what? I was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I knew what had happened as soon as I walked up to our group at kickball and didn't get so much as a hello. That shoulder was so cold it might as well have been ice.

Oops.

[Side note: Awkwardness must fuel the tiny bit of athleticism running in my blood, because I was up to bat with 2 strikes and 2 fouls and managed a sweet kick that got me to second base. Just saying...it was the most athletic moment of my life. We still lost, though.]

I didn't think the bar after the game was the most appropriate place to discuss my verbal internet diarrhea, but I did issue him a long and sincere apology message when I got home. He deserved it, and I am sorry. My friend Caroline said I should come with a warning label (like tequila): Please Date Responsibly.

For the first time in my life, I'm better at sports than I am at dating. (Which just goes to prove how bad I am at dating.) Thanks for your comments and support yesterday, though everyone is being way too nice to me. (Maybe because they're afraid I'll blog about them otherwise...which, let's be honest, I totally would.) I'm checking this one off as "lesson learned", while at the same time enjoying my career as a professional kickball player.

Oh, and learning to keep my mouth shut at least 1% of the time. (It's a struggle, people!)