"Who's on first. What's on second. And I Don't Know's on third."Although my dating game of a triple header on one Saturday was at the peak of baseball season, it wasn't quite as humorous or memorable as Abbott and Costello's renown "Who's On First" skit. I couldn't resist the reference for two reasons: Abbott and Costello are my favorite black and white comedians of all time AND I found several parallels between the three main "players" in their skit and the three guys I dated. The mystery of how I managed 3 different guys to take me out within 12 hours and the risk that I would get caught mid-date by one of the other two, is hopefully a reason to keep you scrolling. This specific plot will probably never leave the frame of this blog, but what other dating extravaganza has been paralleled to a black and white comedy duet? My story wasn't as slap stick but the third basemen in my story did almost get slapped with a stick. And now ladies and gentleman, for an introduction of the three basemen! Who~ Who takes a girl to the gym for their first date? ESPECIALLY if you actually listened to the girl when she spoke. Spend one inning conversing with her and you'll quickly learn, she is in no shape (literally) to excel or enjoy a fitness date. She uses yoga pants to lounge and uses her free weights as book ends. The first baseman didn't have grounds in the red dirt to make any plays this game. What~ What happened to the pool-playing, leather jewelry-wearing, pirate-looking stud? Well, after trying to catch a runner stealing second, he hit the dugout with a girl holding a better batter average than me. They were a captivating couple of innings but offense apparently wasn't strong enough. You're OUT! I Don't Know~ I don't know what this guy has been sipping on, but his approach was horrid to say the very very least. He had an attitude of an all star pitcher with a reputation of a back-up left fielder. His role as third base in this game was a fill-in; he certainly played the parted and strived for third base, that's for sure! I still remember his words when arranging the date via text:"When are you going to clear the bench and realize that I'm what you've been waiting for?" Confidence is cute until it revolves into arrogance. Little did he know, he would later ensure the bench was cleared, including himself. Forcing your agenda on another player deserves much more than being thrown from the game. "There's no crying in baseball" so... lucky for him, I didn't kick him in a different kind of ball. His slightly aggressive advances almost got him there. Luckily, the Uber ensured I made it home SAFE! I'll forfeit any game if it means I'd have to settle for a player with no endurance or class. Swing and a miss! Blonde Bombshells
Ironically, none of these three players were blonde but, the recipe is what reminded me of this triple play. This recipe requires 3 cups of ingredients of your choice. Obviously the three ingredients I chose didn't last past the game so hopefully you'll have better luck.
Melt butter, brown sugar, salt, and vanilla in saucepan. Mix in large bowl flour, baking soda, and 3 cups of desired ingredients. This is the opportunity for creativity here; your ingredients up to bat could be coconut, oats, nuts, chips of any kind (semi-sweet, white, butterscotch, milk), peanut butter, Nutella, toffee chips, candy pieces, or nuts. Choose wisely and remember they must be cohesive with other flavors in the blonde recipe. Pour melted butter mixture into large bowl. Pour into 9X13 and bake on 350 for 30-35 minutes.
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