My friend Kourtney gets hit on constantly.
It doesn’t matter where we go. Bars, restaurants, the gym – men zero in on the girl. And who can blame them? She’s blonde, petite and easy on the eyes.
Anyone that hangs out with her gets used to it, but I was still floored by the very unique way Kourtney got hit on Thursday night.
Jill, Kourtney’s roommate, had picked up some free tickets to a York Revolution game at her new gig at Fox43, so we all headed to Sovereign Bank Stadium for a night of fraternizing with the enemy. (Everyone from Fox43 was very nice despite being our competition, by the way.)
Our bellies full of hotdogs, chips and a couple of sodas, we settled in to watch the game as the sun finally sank behind the stands. That’s also about the time when we noticed that the bullpen pitchers — sitting just a few feet in front of us — couldn’t stop looking in our direction.
As usual, Kourtney tried to play it off. It couldn’t be her, she said.
“Yeah, right,” the rest of us said, laughing.













