The Baseball Player

I continued to look for young guys that I knew I would never have to worry about developing feelings for. I kept chasing that high, that rush. But it was slowly beginning to fade with each conquest. I needed more, like a junkie. I swiped right on this younger guy that played baseball at a college nearby. I couldn’t tell much from his pictures other than he seemed cute. We matched online, exchanged snapchats, and began chatting.
I would invite him over once in a while, but he never came over and didn’t really seem about it. In the moment, that was fine by me because I was getting my next fix from whoever else was coming along. Then he started to invite me to hang out, and I would blow him off. Eventually, I decided to give in and just go with it. What’s the worst it could be?
He showed up shortly after I had gotten home from being out and about. It was dark, and he had just come from his off-campus apartment. I was cleaning up in the kitchen when he knocked on the door. I yelled for him to come in. As the door opened, I looked up to see what he looked like. He was short…much shorter than he pretended to be in those photographs on Bumble. I would guess he was probably 5’5/5’6 (and the baseball roster lists him at 5’10). So that was strike one. Read More