The team was back after a long road trip. The stadium had been re-named. I am feeling slightly giddy. I say to [Roommate]: “You know how Diane Sawyer said she just wanted to forget the first pitch and jump on Brad [Ausmus] when she was here? I’m feeling like that.”

 

NSG says he is going across the street, to Home Plate. [Roommate] says maybe I should go hang out with them because I'm bouncing off walls. And she has a headache and is going home to watch the World Cup. So off I go to Home Plate. NSG sees me when I walk in and gestures to the guy sitting next to him. “This guy is the Dook mascot. She’s a Tar Heel. The only Tar Heel I’ll ever hire.” I say, “I still don’t know why you hired me.” He says, “Well, you were hot.”

 

[Relief pitcher] comes over and buys a round. By the end of the evening there are five of us left: me, NSG, and three other guys from the grounds crew/clubhouse. And I’m tired, and I would leave, but I don’t feel like moving. And one of the other guys keeps saying he’ll walk me to my car, but I’d really prefer to wait for NSG, who is complaining loudly about the now-departed Dook mascot. “I still defend them,” says NSG, “and I shouldn’t.” He talks about the lesbians he encountered in a bar in Arizona. K makes a rude gesture, and I make a face. B says, “K, we have a lady here.” NSG looks over, grabs me and pulls me to him, and says, “Nah, Molly’s been around the block.” He laughs.

 

It seems as if we might actually have a conversation; he says, “Okay, I’m coming over there,” and sits down beside me. I’m wearing a skirt tonight, and I've got my legs crossed, and the crossed one hits his leg. He says, “Okay, you’re rubbing my leg there.” I say, “Sorry,” and move. “Well, you can do it,” he says, “just take your shoe off first.” I don’t. But then he starts rubbing my knee. And then he starts going up my thigh. All the while continuing conversations with B and K. I am having trouble breathing normally. Whenever someone walks by, he stops, but it's not like he's really hiding anything. And then he goes for it all and sticks his hand right between my legs. In the bar! In front of people! This goes on for a few minutes, and then it’s time to leave. 

K gives me this unbelievably cheesy “thanks-for-coming” speech as NSG and B walk out. B asks NSG where he’s parked. NSG says, “I’m just gonna walk Molly to her car, and then I’m parked over in the building.”

 

He asks if it’s hard to walk in my shoes, which were my tall shoes this time. I say, “No, do I really look uncomfortable in them?” He shrugs, smiles slightly, and says, “You look hot in them.”

 

We get to the car; he walks around to the passenger side and arranges himself there with his bag shoved in between his legs. 

 

NSG: Let’s just sit here a minute. Why is your light on? Is it gonna go off?

M: Yeah, it should.

Then it does and he leans over and starts kissing me. I laugh. You would think I would be able to stop that impulse by now.

NSG: Why are you laughing? Why did you laugh?

M: Because it surprised me… that was so abrupt.

NSG: Yeah… You can always tell me to stop.

M: But I don’t want you to stop.

NSG: You should. … Okay, back up under the bridge.

M: Why?

NSG: So we don’t get caught. And I don’t want to see the ballpark.