When I ask Yolanda Mahoney how she met her fiancée, she asks if I want the long version or the short one. I tell her to give me the version she tells at parties. The story begins with her previous relationship of four years, which ended on her birthday.
“Which was really bad timing,” says Mahoney. “But it needed to happen, we both knew it. So I was just taking some time to myself after that, and I’m out at this WNBA game, and I meet this softball player who invites me to go to her championship game, but it’s on a Sunday at seven in the morning…”
“Wait,” I interrupt. “This story involves the WNBA and lesbian softball players?”
“Yes,” she replies. “Why?”
“No, go on. This may be the most lesbian story ever told.”