He was a football player and when they named his position they sure got it right - tight end. I was a sophomore in college, hanging out with our football team's center and he was fully aware of my crush. I can still remember what I wore that night - a white tank top that showed off my toned shoulders, cropped jeans from Ambercrombie, black rocket dogs and my hair was in perfect Miami curls. The center and I had ventured out with my roommates and were at the local hot spots.
The night was full of giggling and flirting.
The center and I danced, joked about life and what we would be when we were old. We might have even solved some of the world's problems that night. As we went to leave from one location I was sparkling and enjoying the Miami heat and great company.
And then I met the tight end.
He was tall, blonde, perfect blue eyes and overall scrumptious. As he walked towards us I am pretty sure I felt my knees go weak (and being in sandals it couldn't have been me being wobbly on high heels, it had to be love). The center said he had someone he wanted me to meet and as I smiled and went to shake his hand my alter-ego took over.
And then I bit him...
That's right folks - this "man of my dreams" first interaction with me was me nibbling on his hand - I am sure he just looked so scrumptious it was inevitable... I remember giggling like a school-girl and saying "yep, that just happened" but I have no other explanation for my actions that night. A silly friendship grew out of that bite, my crush continued, the football team continued to win and I had a wonderfully embarrassing story to laugh at for the rest of my life.
And then he went pro, got tattoos, is now married and I am single, sparking and sharing my silly story with the world.
While the girl with the school-girl crush was a little devastated to learn of his recent nuptials, I am sure it is for the best - he would have grown tired of my sparkle and I would have grown tired of his foul mouth and bachelor ways.
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