Finally, finally, finally! I’m so excited to have finally met a decent, kind and lovely guy. And he’s good looking too which is not a pre-requisite but definitely a bonus!
We also had a little bit of a cute meet which always makes me think it would be lovely to tell the story of how we first met to friends at our engagement party or to family at our wedding. Not that I’m being pathetically girly and fantasising of this kind of thing already! *Blushes*
So, me and my friend had gone to the local rugby club where her boyfriend plays stand off for our town team. I do quite enjoy rugby and usually head to internationals but you would be a traitor to your female genes if you didn’t also take a delight in rugged, manly men getting down and dirty in little shorts!
Anyway, Sally and I had picked up a couple of pear ciders and settled down on the grass to have a natter, a drink and to watch the coming and goings on the pitch. After our first cider I volunteered to get another and headed into the clubhouse, through the throngs of people on the side of the pitch and milling about outside the buildings to the bar. I bought our second round, and two burgers to slow the impact of the alcohol (especially on a light weight such as me!) and headed back outside. It was half time and so a little busier than it was before and I was balancing two bottles and two burgers in my hands when I managed to step on a small child. Immediately apologetic, I whirled around to apologise, caught my foot on the side of the path, slipped on the slightly damp grass and started to tumble forward into a row of people.
Now a normal person might have dropped the cider and burgers in order to keep herself upright but I was brought up to hate to waste food so I kept a tight hold of my purchases and went down like a lead balloon, caring not a whit for the domino effect I had on the people on the grass. I managed to contort myself so that I wouldn’t fall onto my face and instead landed on my side, quickly rolling onto my back, panting with the sheer embarrassment and, if I’m honest, a little joy at having kept everything intact with nary a spill! However, the worst was to come when there was a shout and I felt something touch my feet which were still sprawled on the path. The next thing I knew, 15 stone (I can only imagine) of lean, slightly sweaty, dirty (but still very attractive) male fell right on top of me, squishing the burgers to my chest and knocking both ciders out of my hands, one landing upended on the grass beside my head and the other spilling all over the front of my top. I was both not amused and strangely titillated by the stranger who was giving me the closest thing I’ve had to sex in months!
Things happened quite quickly after that and people rushed to help up the player. Oh, and as an afterthought, me! He was heralded away, walking with a noticeable limp as I rushed, head down, back to Sal with the pathetic excuse that the bar queue was too long to wait. She questioned me about the horrible stains of questionable meat, tomato sauce and cider covering my top but I couldn’t think up a reasonable excuse so kept quiet. The next thing I know, the second half started and an announcement on the tannoy says that such and such a player is being substituted due to an ankle injury sustained during a half time rush to the toilet and the legs of a rather drunk girl. I was ridiculously affronted by this and was about to show my annoyance when I realised he was the team’s star player and I had just become persona non gratis should anyone realise it was me who had done the damage.
To cut a long story short, at the end of the match, when Sal and I had made our way over to congratulate with Sal’s boyfriend, who should appear but him - the guy I had taken out of the game. Apparently, it’s very ‘happy families’ at the rugby clubs and Sal’s boyfriend, Steve and the guy (who turned out to be called Mike) were not only team mates but brothers to boot. I did try to enjoy the after game barbeque but as it was interspersed with supposed good natured ribbing about my being a mole from the other team, I possibly didn’t enjoy it as much as I would have if I had been a normal person rather than ‘that girl’ but in the end it did turn out rather nice.
Because just as we were about to leave, Mike came up to me. I was trying to blend into invisibility by the coats but he seemed to spot me anyway and came over. Before he had a chance to say anything I blurted out an apology worthy of a geeky schoolgirl who has just been spoken to by the cool guy in school. He grinned at me (he has such a cute smile!) and said that it wasn’t a problem – a minor sprain. I then told him that I hadn’t meant to knock him over. His reply was the stuff of romantic fantasies. He said to me that it wasn’t a problem because he would have fallen for me anyway. Sal and Steve chose that moment to appear to take me home. I’m pretty sure that Mike then asked me if I would be at the next game and I hopefully answered a little more coherently that my scrambled thoughts were dictating. He then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and proceeded to lean on the doorjamb of the club as he watched us make our way to the car.
I now have that happy glow of infatuation and hopefully this will actually go somewhere good. Nice guys do exist! Yay!
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