My Daughter's Soccer Coach Smiles Too Long
I am thirty-seven. He is maybe twenty-eight. I volunteer for snack schedule to stand near the field and hate myself politely.
He's professional. Young. Kind to my kid.
I volunteer for snack schedule to stand near the field.
He smiles too long. I smile back too long.
Nothing will happen. I have a husband. I have sense.
I also have a body that woke up after years of autopilot and aimed itself wrong.
I will quit volunteering next season. I'll send a thank-you email and keep it appropriate.
Confessing here so the fantasy doesn't become a text I can't unsend.
Some attractions are weather. You don't build a house in a hurricane. You wait it out and board the windows.
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