The ball has been placed firmly in my court now. The other party has taken on an air of injured neutrality tinged with a hint of disdain. It was my party after all. I hate when this happens because I particularly suck at basketball. My form of confrontation doesn’t lend itself to this type of “team sport”. Yeah, I kid you not, I was told that; males and their damn sports anyway. There is no I or me in team so I need to quit being selfish and think about him. Continue reading