A friend invited to me along to a Ladies Day at her boyfriend’s Rugby club and I jumped at the chance. HELL YAS!! I might meet a hot footballer to call bae.
The day was awesome fun and included a photo booth, sausage sizzle, cupcakes, stalking my ex who I forgot played (awks), Pimms cocktails and checking out all the eye candy. NB no actual football was seen at any point, bitch please, as if we had time for that!
After a day of drinking on the lawns everyone was moved inside to a function room which reminded me faintly of being at someone’s 21st. You know the ones – they’re usually within an RSL and have carpet dating back to the 70s.
Somewhere between my ex cornering me to say “Hi” and the charity auction of half naked players, my friends decided to call it a night (amateurs). Leaving a party prematurely just isn’t my style (someone once told me that nothing good happens after 3am but I thoroughly disagree) so I decided to stay on.
I made friends with a young couple from the opposing team who had been dating for about 3 years and had a 5-month old daughter together. We instantly clicked and continued our new found friendship to the pub afterward.
At one point I was out the front in the smoking area accompanying her while she had a smoke and I got chatting to a tall, massive guy who was on one of the teams. He seemed pretty cool so when he asked for my number, I gave it to him. Now let me just stop the story there – I can’t remember a time when a guy has asked me for my number at a bar. I don’t know what it is about me (Do I scare guys off? Probably) or society (I honestly thought this phenomenon had ceased to exist). Even crazier was that this guy actually followed up with a text the next day and we ended up going on a date later that week… Asked for my number AND follow through? Time to eat my hat! But that’s another story.
The night eventually came to an end and the couple dropped me home, as he was driving. The two of them were planning on pulling over somewhere and sleeping for a bit before doing the hour drive back to where they lived, but before that he asked if he could use my bathroom. Of course! So they both came in and we hung out a little bit longer while they met my dogs. Shortly after that they left and I got ready for bed.
Half an hour later she rang me and when I answered it sounded like she was crying. I asked her what was wrong and when she responded I realised she was actually laughing.
Her: “We’re still outside, we can’t sleep.”
And so I, the hostess with the mostess said, “Oh, well, do you want to come in for a bit and chill? Have a nap or something?”
Her: “That would be amazing.”
So they both came inside and I’m not sure how, but we all ended up in my room. The vibe was getting a bit weird, and then he made a move to kiss me!
WHAT WAS HAPPENING!? I was suddenly stone-cold sober as I realised the two of them were propositioning me to have a threesome. They must have discussed this in the car before ringing me to come back inside! I know you’re probably thinking, “A hot footballer and his girlfriend want to bang you and you turn them down? Really??” But no, he wasn’t hot, he wasn’t my type AT ALL, and I definitely wasn’t interested in vagina being on the menu. So, I not-so-politely declined and showed them the door.
Although I was flattered, it was definitely not how I saw my night panning out. These two weren’t going to let a night without their offspring go to waste! It was a strange experience but at least it’s a good story. Anything for the blog.
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Stop trying to make FTB happen Gretchen 😆