Trade

She flipped through his contract.

“Sure,” she said. “I mean, some of your stats are low. Like . . . these Sex Numbers. It’s something to work on.”

Josh nodded.

“But your crossword skills are through the roof. You’ve got a solid job. Great taste in TV.”

She leaned forward and kissed him.

“And you’re cute.”

Simon Rich’s piece at the New Yorker’s “Shouts and Murmurs” section is quite a fun read. Relationships come filtered through a baseball metaphor that works as great writing, devastates as a casual look at the serial dating mindset, and ends with a rush of sweet grace. Read it.

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