Soccer With #6
Initially I wasn’t sure if this was a date. Usually when you make plans to go out with someone you know if you’re going out as friends or as the possibility for more. Except when you don’t know.
We met a little while ago and did the typical friendly-flirty banter exchange. I hoped I was giving off the “hey I’m interested” vibe, but one never can tell. Maybe he thought I was just drunk and was usually that touchy-feely (perhaps I was a little tipsy), but he seemed to be giving off the same “hey I’m interested” vibe.
We went running together once, and made plans to do it again, but conflicting calendars and crappy weather prohibited us from doing so. We also talked about going to a soccer game together since I am a new soccer fan and had a blast the first time I went. A game came and went and he wasn’t able to attend. I began to think friendship was all we’d have.
Then finally, we made plans to attend a soccer game together. Initially I was unsure if it was a friend get-together or a more-than-friend get-together. Still, plans were set and I looked forward to the game, because I enjoy soccer matches and also because I was going with him.
Several days before the game however, we ended up hanging out one evening, sort of randomly. We hadn’t planned on it, but somehow we were awake at 3:30am, still in one another’s company. Two days later we played phone tag, but he left a message stating he was “definitely looking forward to seeing me Tuesday.” And so, dear readers, it would seem that tonight’s soccer game is in fact a date. With Bachelor #6. Sheesh, I’m going to have to keep a spreadsheet to keep track of all these men! 
And what were you doing up at 3:30am together young lady?!?!?
You are too popular. And in real life no less!
Enjoy the match. Probably won’t be a huge crowd again, but certainly should be bigger than last time around. I assume you’re taking this gentleman into La Barra Brava?
Have fun and say hi to Oscar for me.
¡Vamos United!
Sounds like tons of fun!! Have fun tonight! And keep us posted on how it goes…
EXCUSE ME!
This is NOT the story I was told.
Have fun at the game! xo. . .
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