This Past New York Fashion Week I worked on the production of a very important designer's show. We had a hansom Pro-athlete “helping out” as our intern. He was so not my type, tall, overly muscular, tattooed and of course an athlete. Although I was the captain of my high school cheerleading team, I do not date athletes. Okay, who am I kidding I don’t really DATE anyone.
I knew nothing about his sport, when we met I had to asked if he played offense or defense… After flirting at the show he invited me for dinner and out dancing. We spent the night drinking champagne and kissing. I am pretty sure I heard him telling people I was his future wife, too bad I don’t plan to get married. Although he invited me to Miami for his offseason, I had to respectfully decline.
As I said before, I don’t date athletes. They put themselves first, their team second and YOU third and I am not interested in coming third.
Fuck the rules; living on my own terms is the only option. You don't like it? Then stop reading now because it always starts the very same way. So, I met this guy…
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