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I straightened in my seat and gave myself an inner pep-talk.
You are on a date with another man. Sure, you don’t like that man, and you wish you hadn’t come with him, but that’s not going to change the situation you find yourself in. You need to pay attention to your date. You need to control your hormones, and you need to stare straight ahead and not at his dick.
A large crack had me looking up in time to see the man standing at the plate start running to first.
I sighed and leaned farther back in my chair, bringing my knees up to rest on the chair’s seat again.
Resting my head against my upraised knees, I wondered if it would be rude to go to the bathroom and not come back.
“Hot dogs!” a man carrying a shit ton of hot dogs bellowed. “Who wants a hot dog?”
My body perked up at that, and I stood up so fast that the chair’s seat slammed loudly against the metal backing.
“I do!” I called.
“You just ate,” Tad pointed out, looking away from the woman at his side long enough to inform me of that news.
I barely resisted the urge to flip him off.
My luck, I’d do it and then the camera lens recording the ballgame would catch me doing it. Then it’d go viral and my father would give me another lecture about controlling myself.
“I want one, too,” the deep male voice from behind me said.
I turned to see that he was standing up as well, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.
I cursed when I realized that I didn’t have any cash.
“Do they take a card?” I asked curiously.
He nodded. “I think so.”
The hot dog man came down the steps and was handing us our hot dogs when I handed him my card.
He held up his hand in a placating gesture. “Card machine is down. Cash only.”
My shoulders drooped.
“Hey, Tad,” I said. “Can I borrow four…”
“I already paid for dinner,” he said, continuing to ignore me.
I sighed and handed the hot dog to the man behind me, who did indeed have four dollars cash in his hand.
“Here,” I said.
He took it and handed me the cash, and I handed it to the hot dog man.
When hot dog man would’ve passed me the other hot dog, I waved him off.
“I don’t have any cash,” I said.
And suddenly, I just felt like crying.
Hard.
My life was a mess.
I’d moved to Longview, Texas to escape my father’s overbearing protectiveness, and continued to find myself in difficult situation after difficult situation. It was getting to the point where I was wondering whether or not I should just admit defeat and head back home.
