I couldn’t believe my luck.
I was on the Snag a Seat app, which shows last minute, available tickets for sporting events and concerts. Someone posted that they had a ticket to the Kansas vs. North Carolina basketball game here in Las Vegas—one of the biggest games of the year. And they were asking for an impossibly low amount for the seat. I filled out my information quickly and snapped it up.
I got to the arena with plenty of time to spare. I got through security without
a hitch and wandered the concourse looking for the right section. I grabbed a
beer, double checked the ticket on my phone, located the right section, and
made my way to my seat on the end of the row.
The seat was perfect: lower bowl of the arena at center court about halfway up. Why was this seat so cheap? I wondered to myself. Did I get scammed?
“Excuse me,” I heard a voice say. “I need to get to that seat next to you.”
I was snapped out of my thoughts and turned to look at who was speaking to me. I found myself staring at a zaftig woman with curly brown hair that ran partway down her back. Her brown eyes gazed at me from behind a pair of black framed glasses. She had a small ring piercing her nose. She moved a couple of loose strands of hair behind her left ear as she gave me a quizzical look.
It took me a second to respond; my brain stopped working as soon as I saw her. I’m an idiot like that sometimes when it comes to beautiful women. And I definitely thought she was beautiful.
“Sorry. Um, here, let me get up,” I said as I stood up. I was a good seven inches taller than her. She squeezed past me, her plump ass accidentally grazing my crotch as she slid by. I gulped and started to cough to cover up the audible sound that gulp made.
