“Oh, you’re the professional athlete?” she asks. “This makes more sense.” “Uh, yeah? I play for the DC Stars,” I say. “That’s right. You’re the blond one.” “Thank you?” “Sorry. I’m not a fan, to be honest.” “Of blond hair?” “Of sports. Athletes. Teams. You could line up half the Stars players in here with eight other men you found on the street, and I wouldn’t be able to tell you all apart.”
