So last Saturday, I ran out of things to wear. More like, I was lazy about dressing up and I picked up this T shirt given to me by a long separated boyfriend. I have barely worn it three times since I got it. (The dark red and black colors are not nice for my skin hue nor the vertical stripes especially when you are slim and don’t have a 34D to carry it off!). The back bears my name and the No 9 – Ginger the Striker!!!
Anyway, there I was feeling part normal and part ugly-dressed, when I notice I am getting meaningful stares and smiles. From guys.
Then a cutie walks by says hi and goes ‘You are an ACM fan? That’s really cool’.
It took me 70 secs to remember what ACM was. And I then I answer, ‘Ehhh, not really. I don’t even know the players’.
|Cool Beckham played for them in 2009|
What’s wrong with me? How about a flirty lie like ‘Oh I just LOVE their play! What do you think of their 2011 team?’. That would have started a conversation which could have led to lunch; then movies; then dinner etc etc.
Lesson learnt: The next time I wear a brand fan T shirt, I should know just a bit about them so I don’t seem like an airhead.
Men and football. Can one do without the other?