On Sunday I watched my first live rugby league game. It was great. The sun was scorching, the beers were flowing and the players' shorts were VERY short.
I went along with Mick, Dan and Jason from work, a couple of Dan’s friends, Gav and Liam, and Dan’s girlfriend Vanessa.
We all met in a pub in town and had a few pre-match drinks to start the afternoon. Well, with the UK in a mini-heatwave it was rude not to! I’ve met Dan's friends and missus a couple of times before and they all seem pretty nice, although when Dan gets together with Gav and Liam they do tend to end up giggling like five year old boys.
Vanessa and I get on OK, even though she can be a bit moody. Occasionally she and Dan will have spats in public which can be quite uncomfortable to be around but usually she is fine with me. Saying that, Dan did tell me she has accused Dan and I of being more than just good mates which obviously isn’t true. Despite this, Vanessa is friendly on the odd times that we do see each other and we get on alright even though we don’t have that much in common.
As for the match - it was pretty good as it goes. Not that Mick would ever admit to it.
During the first half I stood in between Dan and Mick and we engaged in our usual banter.
“This game is shit,” Mick stated in an obvious attempt to wind Dan up. “What is it, a game of chase the egg?”
Mick is a die-hard football fan. I only think he came along to drink in the sunshine.
“Yeah whatever,” Dan retorted. “The only crap thing about this game is the venue."
It's true. The open air stands were falling to pieces. Thank God it didn't rain.
“Will you two keep it down please,” I said as I tucked my increasingly flyaway hair behind my ears. The heat was turning it into a frizzy disaster. “I can’t concentrate on the foxy rugby players with you two going on!”
I smiled at them both, and Dan laughed.
“Yeah, typical bloody woman,” he replied, but did so with amusement. He knows that I actually do like the game and not just the players.
As half time approached I found myself thinking about Mick’s question about who I find attractive at work.
I still hadn't worked out if there was a hidden agenda in there somewhere.
The early summer sun was really hot and I fanned my face with my ticket to try and cool down. As I did this, Dan leant towards me so he could catch a bit of the makeshift breeze.
“It's bloody boiling," he said, "Or is it just me?"
“Ha! I think it's them," I replied, nodding towards the pitch.
The players were trotting about in the skimpiest shorts I have ever seen.
Dan looked over, before starting to fan us both.
“Well if you want to stay cool, whatever you do, keep away from Mick's moobs.” Dan said. “Those bad boys are like a hideous human hot water bottle!"
As he said this, Mick pressed his man baps together in an attempt to create a bit of cleavage under his t-shirt, making both me and Dan laugh.
Dan carried on fanning and smiled before casting me a sly wink. As he did this I felt my cheeks flush pink - and it wasn't sunburn.
What was that all about? Why was I blushing?
I was about to thank Dan for cooling me down when my eyes were drawn past him and along to where Vanessa was chatting to Jason. She was glaring me.
Oh.
Dan might be really good looking, but we’re just friends. Nothing more.
But Vanessa didn’t seem to think so.
The hooter blew to signal half time, which also made me snap out of my thoughts. I quickly dashed off to loo in the short interval, and when I returned I saw that Vanessa was standing next to Dan.
I hadn't really spoken with Jason yet, so I made my way over to him. Happily, he had just got the beers in.
“Ahh, Jason!” I said as I re-adjusted my sunglasses. “I see you’re still the man with the best bar technique!"
I don't know how he does it, but even in the busiest bar he always gets served in less than 2 minutes.
“Yeo, that's right!” Jason replied proudly. “Here,” he whispered, handing me a pint of cider. “This will keep you cool!”
“Cheers!” I replied, lifting the plastic glass to my lips.
As I took a drink I saw Vanessa watching me out of the corner of my eye. She had a firm grip of Dan’s hand which she yanked back towards herself after he smiled and waved at me and Jason.
Is it just me, or had I done something to piss her off?
(To be continued...)
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