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Sat 05/24/2003
no rush though I need your touch
We are at the ballpark for a 5k the team is hosting. NSG mentions that I was the first person he ever hired. Ever. In his life. I smile and tell him I still can’t believe the first person he ever hired was a Tar Heel. “That’s very good,” he says, grabbing at my arm that way he does that makes me want to flex so my arms don’t appear so flabby. He hugs me. 
NSG: Will you come work for us?
M: If you hire me.
NSG: I can’t hire you. I mean tonight. … I tried to hire you, and I couldn’t, and I’m not worrying about it anymore. The next person who hires you will be … not me.
M: <looks out at the ballpark and almost starts crying> I know.

He sees a girl stretching in a compromising position. I know what he’s thinking, but of course I’m not going to say anything. “You know I love you,” he says, “but there are just some things I need [Trainer] for. We don’t even have to talk. Sometimes, on the road, we’ll just look at each other.” We get back to the office. 
NSG: It’s good that [Roommate]'s not here, because she would’ve worked this, and then she would’ve worked all day, too. Can you go get me a Coke? From [the executive] cooler, you know where that is? You can get one, too. Do you drink Coke? You don’t drink Coke.
M: I do. 
NSG: If you see anyone, just tell them it’s for a meeting. Tell them you’re having a business meeting.
M: <getting up to go get the Cokes> They’ll know.
 
I come back. I look at his bobblehead collection. "Don’t touch my bobbleheads," he says. He asks if I’m working upstairs tonight, which I am. “Thanks a lot,” he says, sarcastic. I sigh. “It’s just that everything runs so smoothly when you’re there,” he says, and then promptly ruins the moment: 
NSG: Bitch.
M: ... Wow.
NSG: Did that hurt your feelings?
M: It always does.
NSG: <makes a face> You’re full of crap. When was the last time you took anything I said seriously?
M: I never take you seriously. But that doesn’t mean that sometimes... <shrugs>
NSG: So, let’s talk about [Roommate]. How’s she doing?
M: She’s okay. It’s good that she got away. She was gonna have another meltdown. She’s just all about work.
NSG: I know. 
M: And she won’t ask for help.
NSG: Yeah! She won’t ask for help. 
M: Which is because she can do everything, so she’d rather just do it herself.
NSG: That’s a good point.
M: And if someone else does it, she has to fix it.
NSG: That’s a good point.
M: But some things, she could ask for help with. Like hotel packets.
NSG: I did those the other day! So what does she want to do?
M: I think she wants to stick it out until the All-Star Game.
NSG: That’s a long time.
M: I know, but I think she wants to wait until that, and then I don’t know if she’ll stay any longer. 
NSG: What happens then?
M: You know, she wants to go back [home], have a job where she can have a life, raise a couple kids...
NSG: <makes a face> I just worry about her, because I don’t want her to end up like...mmm...me. Did you like that? "Mmm...me."
M: Mm-hmm.
NSG: Would she stay here if she was a boss?
M: <considers> I don’t think that would change her decision, if she’d made up her mind.
NSG: What’s going on with her and [Crush]? Anything?
M: <shrugs> Nothing.
NSG: Why not? Whose fault is it?
M: Both. She tried, she invited him places, and nothing happened. They had a good time, but he didn’t make a move. I mean, if he wanted to make a move, he could’ve, but he’s not, so I guess maybe he’s not interested. I told her she should just propose, since all these soldiers are coming back from war, and their girlfriends are proposing, and he was at war, but...she wasn’t interested.
NSG: <laughs and gives me a fist bump> So have they discussed it?
M: I don’t think so. I don’t think they’ve ever had that conversation – "You know, I’m attracted to you..."
NSG: Are they scared of what the other one thinks?
M: I think so. I mean, that’s a hard conversation to have. Sometimes it’s better if you don’t know.
NSG: Youth is so wasted. ... The "we’re attracted to each other; what should we do about it" conversation...it’s been a while since we had one...
M: Mmm. <Do you want to have one? Because we could...>
NSG: So let me ask you a question. ... What would you do if you woke up in the middle of the night, and [AP baseball writer] was in your bed?
M: First of all, that would never happen. And...why?
NSG: <smirks> He’s just, everything I hate about working with the media, working in media relations, he’s it.
M: I don’t know why you always have to do that – "Do you find [AP baseball writer] attractive?"
NSG: <laughs, really laughs, gives me a fist bump> That’s disgusting. That’s truly disgusting.   


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