Happy to refresh your memory tonight.
I roll my eyes, a smile crawling across my face.
Wow. Young Matt would be so proud. Thirty-five and still begging me to go to second base with him. Job well done.
Matt
Thriving.
And I hope you know I’m not stopping at second base tonight.
You better not.
What time will you be home?
Matt
Between eight and nine. Are you at your place? Where did those letters come from?
Yeah. I’m trying to find a sweater, but it’s lost and now I’ve gone down memory lane.
Matt
Yeah, that sweater’s long gone. I’ve seen your place.
You better take that back if you’re wanting to get to second base. Looking like it might be a single… or a strikeout.
Matt
A single? But babe… have you seen my slugger?
I laugh out loud.
Oh. My. God. Bye.
Matt
Be ready for my home run.
I shake my head and toss my phone aside.
“Fucker.”
I open another note.
Babe,
You look real fine today.
-Matt
That’s it.
He’s always been a man of many words.
I grin and reach for another.
Babe,
