Bases

The bases -- first base, second, and so forth -- amuse me. Or bemuse me? Perhaps confuse me? 

But it seems a pity there aren't bases for everything that lead up to a kiss; I feel like all of those little moments are milestones as well, but they rarely seem to get the spotlight.

Are the smaller moments subtler than what we associate with the bases? Probably. Are they sweeter? I won't put an accidental hand brush up against whatever second base happens to be this year, but I feel like the innocent attentions that lead to a person actually getting up to bat deserve kind and thorough consideration.

I'm a glutton, frankly, for any gesture that happens long before a person and her potential sweetheart arrive at the baseball park. And I want a game metaphor that's a better fit for meaningful looks and when your feet touch someone else's feet under a dinner table but you're not quick to move them back under your own chair.

Who plays squash out there? Curling? Badminton? Let's get a more innocent point system going for Everything Before a Kiss. Or, better yet, let's skip the points all together and just enjoy the drive to the field.

Fair Finley doesn't even own a bat, but I'm pretty sure she knows now how to get to the sporting goods store.

 
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