Starting Five..
In the true essence of Cuffin Season, one is supposed to find one person, ONE, with whom they intend on spending the season. That was my intention as well......until I realized that I'm not about that life, plus I have a blog to write.
So instead, I have assembled a team (basketball season is upon us after all).
I would like to introduce The Starting Five.
Pause: These gentlemen are introduced in no particular order. Just like on a basketball team, they all play a certain position with individual roles and responsibilities. It may sound cocky--in a sense, it is. It's meant to sound slightly conceited, and to make sure that everyone on the team is on their A-game. I have no problem making a trade. I'm not ugly; why not exercise my options? Every single and dating person exercises their options; if they don't, they're not truly single.
#84. Newly drafted, putting up good numbers and making his presence known on the team.
He's sweet, affectionate (which is nice on cold winter nights) and considerate. He's the one telling me good morning at 7 am when I'm getting off of work and good night before he falls asleep. He's the one stopping by one his route just to give me a hug and kiss. Yes, it's corny, but I do have a softer side. Maybe one day I'll show it to the general population.
#84 isn't convenient though. I mean he has two kids which isn't a problem at all, but between that, playing sports, and working 2 jobs, his time is limited. He needs too many rest periods on the bench allowing someone else off the bench to shine. Out of sight--out of mind.
#77. Another rookie draft pick, affectionately called the pretty boy of the team.
Who doesn't need a little arm candy? He's cute. I mean really attractive. I usually don't get wrapped up in pretty boys, but I have to admit that I catch myself drooling over him when no one is looking.
#77 isn't willing to be my arm candy though, at least not the way I want him to be. There's more to his story than he's telling, and I honestly believe he's still in love with his ex. I don't go up for rebounds, I fall back for the fast breaks. I'm used to the ones that play full court, and his stamina isn't up to par.
#68. Recently traded. The through and through, true blue real friend/blast from the past.
Every girl needs a guy friend with whom they can be completely candid and all the way real. This is the guy whose couch I can occupy and whose beer I can drink. This is the friend that's there from top to bottom and start to finish.
#68 and I slept together a couple of years ago (summertime fling). Couple the past with the fact that he hears ALL of the stories, and he's holding the whole playbook. I don't appreciate the idea of being vulnerable.
#49. The most recent trade to the team, that red-shirted freshman, lots of talent but unable to play.
It's refreshing to find someone with whom you "click". I love the fact that he gets all my jokes and comments, and I get all of his. We can talk, I mean really talk and get to know each other. He's a natural fit to the team and has definite star potential.
#49 does not live in the city. I tried a long distance relationship once and it didn't work out for many reasons. I'm not in a good position to make another one happen. Furthermore, we all know how short my attention span is. I am a woman of instant gratification.
#76. Top draft pick from last season; this is the veteran on the team easily voted team captain.
Every team needs someone who already knows the playbook and the drills. (I mean, what all rookie team do you know that's any good?) He's a fun guy, charismatic, poetic, engaging and a solid9 no, 10 out of 10 in the sack. We have a lot on common.
#76 is an asshole. Now, I kind of like an asshole because I'm an asshole, but he's worse than me. The filter is all the way off, and he's a whore. He's the Reggie Miller of the league. Good, wholesome all-around guy whose numbers are awesome, but you will want to punch him in the face if you have to play opposite him.
Welp, that's them! The starting lineup in all their glory.
Pause: This is real, in real time. It's very possible that one of my five is reading this right now saying they no longer want to deal with me because of the competition. To that I say, drive to the basket and shine when you have the ball. Play your position. I'm not here to pull man cards. If you think you deserve more, make it more; otherwise, pass the ball. MVP is still up for grabs. Quitting the team is also an option. To that I say, there are several players warming the bench that are dying to get in the game and play for the championship.
Let's play.
So instead, I have assembled a team (basketball season is upon us after all).
I would like to introduce The Starting Five.
Pause: These gentlemen are introduced in no particular order. Just like on a basketball team, they all play a certain position with individual roles and responsibilities. It may sound cocky--in a sense, it is. It's meant to sound slightly conceited, and to make sure that everyone on the team is on their A-game. I have no problem making a trade. I'm not ugly; why not exercise my options? Every single and dating person exercises their options; if they don't, they're not truly single.
#84. Newly drafted, putting up good numbers and making his presence known on the team.
He's sweet, affectionate (which is nice on cold winter nights) and considerate. He's the one telling me good morning at 7 am when I'm getting off of work and good night before he falls asleep. He's the one stopping by one his route just to give me a hug and kiss. Yes, it's corny, but I do have a softer side. Maybe one day I'll show it to the general population.
#84 isn't convenient though. I mean he has two kids which isn't a problem at all, but between that, playing sports, and working 2 jobs, his time is limited. He needs too many rest periods on the bench allowing someone else off the bench to shine. Out of sight--out of mind.
#77. Another rookie draft pick, affectionately called the pretty boy of the team.
Who doesn't need a little arm candy? He's cute. I mean really attractive. I usually don't get wrapped up in pretty boys, but I have to admit that I catch myself drooling over him when no one is looking.
#77 isn't willing to be my arm candy though, at least not the way I want him to be. There's more to his story than he's telling, and I honestly believe he's still in love with his ex. I don't go up for rebounds, I fall back for the fast breaks. I'm used to the ones that play full court, and his stamina isn't up to par.
#68. Recently traded. The through and through, true blue real friend/blast from the past.
Every girl needs a guy friend with whom they can be completely candid and all the way real. This is the guy whose couch I can occupy and whose beer I can drink. This is the friend that's there from top to bottom and start to finish.
#68 and I slept together a couple of years ago (summertime fling). Couple the past with the fact that he hears ALL of the stories, and he's holding the whole playbook. I don't appreciate the idea of being vulnerable.
#49. The most recent trade to the team, that red-shirted freshman, lots of talent but unable to play.
It's refreshing to find someone with whom you "click". I love the fact that he gets all my jokes and comments, and I get all of his. We can talk, I mean really talk and get to know each other. He's a natural fit to the team and has definite star potential.
#49 does not live in the city. I tried a long distance relationship once and it didn't work out for many reasons. I'm not in a good position to make another one happen. Furthermore, we all know how short my attention span is. I am a woman of instant gratification.
#76. Top draft pick from last season; this is the veteran on the team easily voted team captain.
Every team needs someone who already knows the playbook and the drills. (I mean, what all rookie team do you know that's any good?) He's a fun guy, charismatic, poetic, engaging and a solid
#76 is an asshole. Now, I kind of like an asshole because I'm an asshole, but he's worse than me. The filter is all the way off, and he's a whore. He's the Reggie Miller of the league. Good, wholesome all-around guy whose numbers are awesome, but you will want to punch him in the face if you have to play opposite him.
Welp, that's them! The starting lineup in all their glory.
Pause: This is real, in real time. It's very possible that one of my five is reading this right now saying they no longer want to deal with me because of the competition. To that I say, drive to the basket and shine when you have the ball. Play your position. I'm not here to pull man cards. If you think you deserve more, make it more; otherwise, pass the ball. MVP is still up for grabs. Quitting the team is also an option. To that I say, there are several players warming the bench that are dying to get in the game and play for the championship.
Let's play.
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