She wasn’t looking for a knight in shining armor.
He wasn’t looking for a beauty to rescue.
But one fateful night at a Yankees game changed all that. For both of them.
“I met Finn the night the Yankees swept The Series. He dumped a Coke down the front of my shirt and I punched him in the nose. Not the most romantic way for two strangers to strike up a conversation, but he tried to dry me off with a napkin, and when his hand touched the front of my shirt I went ballistic. It was reflex, I swear.
It's important to note here that I wasn't looking for a relationship. At that moment I can honestly say it was pretty close to the farthest things from my mind. Kate was right. The last time I had Cachaca I'd ended the night with a guy that turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. Fast-forward two years, including the nine months I spent in therapy, and I was just getting my life back on track. I didn't need a distraction, but then again, I'd forgotten what it felt like to be held by someone who wanted to match his rhythm with mine.
The idea was tempting. The guy was quicksand."
