Elevator Pitch

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Meeting Ross Davis professional baseball coach and my sports crush is a funny story involving a stalled elevator the potty dance and an attempt to get into his hotel suite. In my defense that last one was an accident.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He came to my room instead with a bottle of scotch and a sad soul.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My one night was not a stand but more like a lie-in. As in we snuggled and talked and not another thing happened.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Nothing surprises me more than seeing him again when he becomes the manager of the Chicago Anchors my hometown team and our paths intersect once more. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This is where the story gets fuzzy because Ross Davis that sexy silver fox has a proposal for me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Baseball players are notoriously superstitious and Ross is somehow convinced I'm his good luck charm. One who brings him success by sleeping with him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Only sleeping</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The problem with this arrangement begins when those funny fuzzy things called feelings get involved. Eventually his elevator pitch is no longer an easy walk in the ballpark or a simple sleepover in my bed. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And I'm worried I'll be the one left in the outfield when the season ends.</span></p><p><br></p>