Realizing that probably ninety percent of journals on here start with the following sentence will not deter me from using it as well.
So there's this guy. Yeah, I know I've been angsty lately, but just stick with me.
He's way smarter than me, and probably way smarter than you. He's not exactly adonis, but if I was looking for a brainless body, I'd go to the morgue. He has the sharpest wit of anyone I've met, and can be pretty cruel in it's usage. But he's pretty quite, and I'm quite, and on the very few occasions we've been alone, it was a major awkward-fest.
But I kind of like him. I just have no idea if he likes me.
Baseball analogy. Ready?
I'm at bat, and I'm pretty close to walking my base. Pretty much every pitch has been a ball (with one notable exception), and I'm staring down the final throw. It looks like another ball from here, coming in high and fast, and altogether too close to myself. I could probably act like it is one, and nobody would know any better. But there's chance that it is a strike. If I swing, then it's officially a full count.
But who am I to call the pitch if it's only the fifth I've ever seen?
So, to those of you more familiar with baseball, I have a simple question; should I swing?
Also, this analogy is not as dirty as jeff thinks it is.