At some point, I am sure we all have an experience with a "player", this specific player, was a football player and here is how I, Desperately Dating, got desperately played.....
It all started with a Facebook friend request, some random guy who was friends with one of my friends. So I check out his profile, tons of friends and fans. Wow, a famous guy wants to add me? I am moving up in the world!! After a quick google search, I learn this new potential "friend" is a professional football player. I decide to play it smooth, so as to not seem in any way impressed by his celebrity status, I send Player a message along the lines of, "Sorry, do I know you?" and then of course to finish my research I send a message to the mutual friend, "Who is Player, and why is he adding me?".
Her response, he is a good friend of hers and a good guy. His response, "I just saw your picture and wanted to know you." Quick, do I just add him? Does that seem desperate? This is a guy who probably gets lots of female attention, he is famous and hot, a dangerous combination. I respond by telling him, "Well, you can start by telling me what your story is." Pretty good right? And so we begin to message each other, talking about love and life and everything in between.
And then, BAM! He tells me that the season is over in a couple of weeks so he will be back to the US of A for four months! All of a sudden, I feel this pressure to make an impression, to leave something with him that will ensure he doesn't completely disappear from my life and forget about me!
Quickly, I make plans to meet with him. We meet, and talk for hours. He is smart and funny and despite the fact that people are asking him for his autograph on our date, he seems totally grounded! He tells me with disdain about women whom he and the other players refer to as "locker talk". About how they are basically groupies who hang around the team and have no respect for themselves. He talks about his roommate, whom he has had a falling out with and how he can't respect the guys that are into that. He says goodnight and gives me a hug and makes no further moves, he really is a good guy!
We spend the next two weeks talking, debating, and just enjoying each other. He messages me constantly and tells me about his hopes, dreams aspirations. He tells me about his family back home and how they are an inspiration. He tells me about how he would love for me to meet them, and how he is sure I would get along with them. How his sister would give me a hard time, but he was positive I could hold my own. We even talk about sex and our likes and dislikes and he tells me about how important it is to him to please his partner.
Two weeks flies by and it is the day before he leaves. I have gone over this in my head over and over again. Do I sleep with him? I won't see him again for four months, do I test the waters to see if this is something worth putting in the effort of a long distance relationship? Plus, is he going to wait around for a relationship that has for the most part been platonic? I tell myself, you only live once! Go for it! So I attempt to seduce Player, by attempt, I succeeded but not before he sweetly says he wants to make sure that I am ready for this, as he feels bad about the idea of doing this and then leaving the country the next day. I playfully tell him that I am a big girl, I will manage.
Please skip this paragraph if you don't want intimate details of my sex life, it is rated R.
To be honest, there is not much to tell, he lied on top of me (crushing me!) barely moved and it was over! You have to please your partner, Puh-Lease! What kind of athlete can't even work up a sweat! I left feeling completely unsatisfied and wondering what the heck I was thinking! I rushed out of there, and to be honest, I think I might have been a teensy bit insensitive. He asked me to stick around while he got ready to go out and I told him that I would just get in the way and ran for the hills!
I got home and thought some more about it, well sex isn't everything right? To be fair, he was in a hurry to get to a fundraiser, besides, we have great communication, we can work on this! So the next day I call him, no answer, text him, no answer. I am in his neighbourhood, why not drop by? This is my last chance to say goodbye. I get to the house, and wonder, is this a mistake? No, he is just upset with me, and I need to give him the "grand gesture". I knock on the door and Roommate answers, I ask for Player and Roommate opens the door and walks away. Okay, I guess I will get him myself. I walk up the stairs to his room and then I hear something. I pause, and listen. I can hear the sound of the shower and a woman's laughter. A WOMAN!!! He is a Player! Oh my god! I am going to be locker talk. No! I turn around and beeline for the front door and am intercepted my Roommate. I stammer, "Ummm, I think he has company, I will call him later." Roommate calls "Player!". Oh My God! Please, no, no, no, no!
He comes down the stairs in a towel and does not look happy to see me. I say quickly, "I just was in the neighbourhood and I thought I would say goodbye." He comes over and gives me a hug, and I quickly chirp, "bye" and take off. A little while later he sends me a text asking why I left so quickly. I tell him that I didn't want to interrupt him having a shower with some chick. He feeds me lines about how she is his best friend, and they have always showered together. Yes, you read that correctly! Are you kidding me?! He tells me that she was disappointed because she really wanted to meet me. And that little hope, creeps up. He asks me if I can come back to meet her. I ask him when, he says right now. I tell him, okay, I can be there in half an hour. He then tells me she will be gone by then, how convenient. He says she will send me a message on Facebook.
To end this horrible experience, I obviously never heard from Shower Girl. But Player continued to text me every couple of days, the same message "Good morning beautiful." Most days, I ignored him. There are those times though when a desperately single girl gets lonely, on those days I would message back. Often, nothing in response from him. Sometimes, a conversation would start, but as soon as it got too personal or I requested a phone call: total radio silence.
Four months passed in this fashion until I got the message, "I am back, can I see you?" And despite knowing that Player was a player, I agreed. We made plans, for him to come by the next night. No texts, no calls, no show. Big surprise. And finally, I gave up on Player ever being able grow up and stop playing around.
And because no door is every completely closed unless you dry wall over it, the story may not be over. I somehow was convinced to go to a football game today...
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