One day, I arrived at softball practice early.
Jamie and Nicholas were already there, waiting on the time between the end of school and the start of team practice to tick away.
I was doing my best to contribute to their conversation about the previous night’s NBA game, when Jamie abruptly turned the conversation towards girls.
Specifically, having sex with girls. As 15-year-old males do. Apparently.
And after trading stories with Nicholas for a few minutes, it suddenly seemed to dawn on Jamie that I was a girl. Shock of all shocks.
And in his wiley way, he somehow came up with a transition that led into him pointing at me and saying: