Man Date Mandate

It was intended to be a summer fling.  A hassle-free sunny season keeping things fun and playful.  No commitments, no drama.

The Cougars were supposed to steal bases and they ended up stealing my heart.

♫ ♪     Well-a well-a well-a huh     ♫ ♪

Tell me more, tell me more

♫ ♪     Did you get very far?     ♫ ♪ 

We went all the way and climaxed with a championship!

We even commemorated our crowning achievement.  Following the tradition of the Green, we gave each other the sporting equivalent of a Claddagh ring:

After that, we haven't heard from each other again; the weekly dates stopped.  Three days is the unwritten dating dictum, but almost nine months is ridiculous. 

How do we rekindle the spark for our weekly dalliances in the park?  Maybe sharing tantalizing pictures of our nights together will lure you back:

And inspired by this Cougar in shining armor, I bend down on scraped and bloodied knee and ask, will you play this summer with me?