I attended my first formal dance and met a true gentleman. He surprised me with a wrist corsage and a limo ride. More importantly he treated me with kindness and respect. A couple weeks after the dance I felt torn between my affection for him and feelings I still had for the basketball hero. Unfortunately I blew it, dumped the good guy and kept my attention on the one, who in spite of a mean free throw on the court, “batted for the other team.”
And, I struck out twice.