“According to you, I’m the lost fisherman. Just trying to find myself.” “And you think you’ll find yourself on the way to second base with me?” He glanced over my shoulder into the distance, head bobbing a little bit. “Maybe not on my way to second base. Third base …” His lips twisted. “That’s a much higher possibility. I think a home run would make me not give a shit if I found myself or anyone else for that matter.”
