Today was different. Today she was Connie, and she had her eye on the soccer coach. She didn't have a child that played, she didn't even know anyone who was there. More the better, she thought. He wasn't wearing a wedding band, it didn't matter if he did. What did matter was he was ripe for the picking. Aging, balding, slightly unattractive. They were the easy ones.
She sat in the bleachers, watching the game. Afterwards, she let the crowd fade away before approaching the coach.
"Hi there, my name is Connie. How are you?"
Coach turned and smiled, extending his hand.
"Hi, I'm Doug. Does your kid play?"
"Oh, no. I'm new to the area and just happened to catch the game. I was walking through the park and just thought I would watch."
He looked up from the equipment bag.
"Well, it was nice meeting you. I hate to be rude, but I have to be getting along..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you, Doug. I know this sounds forward, but would you be interested in joining me for a cup of coffee...or something?"
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly and licked her lips, leaving them slightly open. Quick to catch on, Doug blushed. He looked down, as if embarassed.