Now Pitching, Sam Malone
"Is there something going on between you two?"
Sam had to stop and think about it for a second, only a second. No, there most definitely was not anything going on between him and Diane. What was the deal; why did everyone keep asking him that anyways?
True, as Diane pointed out, this agent wasn't really his type. But never one to back down from a challenge, he decided to pursue her with full gusto. Why not? It wasn't as if he had any other prospects, at least not at the moment. There was Diane, who was all right, but again, she wasn't his type. She'd made it perfectly clear that he was not for her, or at least that's what she verbalized. Time and time again, without yield, he'd hit on her, but as she'd rebuffed every one of his advances.
What was her deal anyways? Who did that Diane Chambers think she was, anyways? Was she too good for him? He'd never met a girl who said no to him, not at least in the beginning. There really wasn't much doubt in his mind that he'd get Diane, sooner or later. He'd wish it were sooner, but if Diane insisted on playing this little game of hers, he'd be more than happy to go along with her.
What was stopping him from asking this agent out? Surely, it couldn't be Diane. There was nothing between them. What was he thinking? On one level he kind of hoped it would tweak Diane's nose; he loved nothing more than a jealous Diane. But on the other hand, his bed had gotten kind of cold lately, so who was he to stop fate?
That's what this was- it was fate. Diane Chambers did not own him, nor did she have the power to stop him from seeing anyone he pleased. Little did he know the power that Diane actually had come to have over him- or that he would both love and hate himself for it.
TBC