“I like baseball in my tea,” I told the shortstop when he came over for tea.
He thought I was flirting with him. He blushed. I apologize and clarified that I was being metaphorical. He didn’t seem to like that either. Finally I was like hey, “You’re an old man and I’m not attracted to you.”

But that didn’t make him feel any better either.  I gave up and drank my tea.