*Brady, 34- Part 3: The Soccer Game
Pros:
Planned an amazing date
Treated me to everything
Charitable
Good kisser
Really fun
Flirty
Played the long game
Cons:
Got in a fight
Playboy
Obviously wants to hook up
On the last episode of Nay lowkey dates someone she knows from work…
As you may remember- Brady, (the very flirty investment banker), asked me to go with him to watch his favorite soccer team play in Baltimore. He was hoping that both his team and himself would score that night, when he asked me how I felt about him getting a hotel room for us, to which I said *Bugs Bunny meme: No. He took it well, and said we could Uber back. And that bring us to the actual date.
Sunday, 16 July, 2022: Arsenal vs. Everton
Ooooooh game day! How exciting. I’ve never been to a soccer game before and I was actually really excited for the experience. He told me he had an extra jersey for me which I thought was so fun and cute. I can look like a real sports fan!! We had planned to meet at his apartment and Uber from there (it’s like an hour Uber btw from Bethesda to Baltimore with game day traffic). I got to his apartment and he was in a GREAT mood. He had been looking forward to this day for so long and was soooo excited to see his favorite team play. I think it’s kind of cute when guys get all excited for sports. They’re just so happy… I love that for them. Anyway, I took a look around his apartment… it was clean… and looked very much like a bachelor pad lol. He had little Arsenal décor sprinkled around… pillows, blankets…
B: “And this… is for you”
He handed me his spare jersey. (He did actually offer to buy me one but I felt too bad. If we were seriously dating then it would be a nice gift, but like… I didn’t wanna make him pay for a jersey when he already got our tickets, the uber, etc.)
I went to the bathroom to change and when I came out… he was kind of speechless. He was just staring at me, mouth open, and then kinda shook himself back into reality.
B: “You look f*cking amazing”
And TBH, I DID. I had a fresh blow out so my hair was perfect, the jersey was just a littleee oversized but not too big, and I was wearing cut off denim shorts (which I feel like makes every girl immediately look hotter). This was also a triple whammy for him because:
1) The girl he likes is in his apartment
2) The girl he likes is wearing his favorite teams jersey
3) The girl he likes is wearing HIS spare jersey
Come on, the girl you’re into wearing your clothes... I meannnnnn…
Anyway, he called the uber and we started the day. It was raining… ugh, not the best day to be outside, but oh well, we’ll just have to make the best of it. He got us tickets to this block party before the game. Honestly he planned the whole day really well, and I feel like I got the authentic soccer fan ~experience. There was a street lined with bars and pubs and street food. We started at this pub that was full of Arsenal fans. They were all singing the chants and drinking beer.
B: “What do you wanna drink?”
I just looked at him…. Helloooooo I can only drink tequila, and occasionally white wine, but he knows this about me.
B: lol “I’ll ask them if they can make you a margarita”
Me: “Thanksssss”
Of course they couldn’t. It’s a sports pub, they don’t make margaritas. I should have expected that.
I look at the bartender.
Me: “Do you have lime juice?”
“No but we have lemonade”
Me: “Perfect, I’ll take it”
Brady starts laughing. He pays and hands me my drink.
B: “Here’s your Pubarita. You’re the most low maintenance, high maintenance person I’ve ever met”
Honestly, that’s a pretty accurate description of me. I’m a boujee b*tch, but I go with the flow. Also I loved “pubarita”- I thought that was so clever.
We walked around the block party with our drinks, did some bar hopping, and I was starting to get hungry. Of course my pubaritas were a lot stronger than his beers, so I was hungry but he was full since he was drinking way more. He got me a hot dog and watched me inhale it. (I LOVE hotdogs btw. Not a weird analogy or anything, I truly am just a hotdog queen). He took a deep breath and made a “no comment” face lol.
We kept bar hopping and we were both getting pretty lit. I felt like I was on my feet for hours so I wanted to sit down. I sat on the last free stool and he stood in front of me.
B: “You having fun?”
Me: “Yeah absolutely… but are YOU having fun?? You were so excited, this is your day”
B: “You’re making it really fun. You’re wild… I should bring you to more games”
Me: “Oh yeah?...”
Ooooookayyyy and we all know what happens next. Jungle book snake. Mowgli.
He has the whole locking eyes, leaning in, going in for the kiss thing down to an art. We proceed to heavily makeout because why not. It’s a date. It’s fun. He eventually has to go to the bathroom because that’s what happens when you spend your morning chugging beers. So we leave this rowdy bar to find somewhere a little more civilized. There was a food court kind of thing, I guess more of a market (?), that had some restaurants and bars. I told him I’d wait for him right outside, and while I was waiting, I met this fabulous group of friends. Mostly couples- and they were soooooooo fun. The girls came up to me and were so so sweet. TBH, how we became friends is a blur because I was pretty tipsy + (that’s when you’re between tipsy and drunk).
Me: “Girls- confession, I don’t know anything about soccer lol. I’m just here on a date”
“Who cares you look so cute in the jersey”
AH… love them. We took a bunch of selfies and they offered to get me a drink.
“What do you drink”
“Tequila”
“Okay let’s do shots”
Well that escalated quickly. They were so nice they even got a shot for Brady. So Brady comes out of the bathroom and is like “woah, you’ve been integrated into this group of friends within like 3 minutes.” Which isn’t that unusual for me believe it or not. Anyway, this group took us from tipsy + to full on f*cked up.
Shot, shot, another shot, another shot. This girl was going full on DJ Khaled. I was like waiiiiit, let me get a round for you guys.
“It’s okay my boyfriend has a tab, he has dentist money”
OKAY SIS, I love that for you. The best part was, she was telling the girls that she suspected that her boyfriend was gonna propose to her the next week. And Brady was hanging out with the guys, and her boyfriend was telling him that HE WAS GONNA PROPOSE NEXT WEEK. Ahhhh…. So exciting. I thought it was kind of fun we were comparing stories. Anyway, the game was about to start and we said bye to our new friends. (They had just gotten tickets to the block party but they weren’t actually going to the game.)
We ubered to the stadium and walked in. We were holding hands and would occasionally kiss… it was a cute date tbh. And I loved how excited he was to see his team play. I was just happy to be there for the ambiance lol. I couldn’t really care less about the actual game. Since I was drinking, I got hungry again. I told him I was gonna get myself another hot dog lol (I mean he was paying for everythinggg). Of course he didn’t let me pay. (Kinda hot, it was giving BDE). We got my hotdog and he got some beers and went to our seats. We had suchhhh good seats it was fabulous. He gave me the full run down on the players… who’s good, his favorites, the newbies etc. I joined in on all the chants… Like I got really into it - I have to say, I was a great date. Arsenal scored the first goal and everyone was going crazy. Red smoke was coming out of.. I don’t even know where, but it was cool. Brady leaned in and kissed me. Ooooo I like soccer games. I actually think I’d like any sports game. Ah, I really just get excited when I see other people get excited. And a guy being so happy he wants to kiss you…. Butterflies!!! Arsenal won the game 2-0 and we decided to go to this bar after because we heard rumors that the players might go there (LOL).
Okay this is where the date got… not so good…
So we got a few drinks at the bar and I somehow start talking to the people right behind me. We’ve already established that I randomly make friends when I’m out. It was a group (two guys and a girl) that JUST MOVED to America like 2 weeks earlier from Lebanon, to start their medical residency at Hopkins. Like so recent. They were telling me about how they’re adjusting to the move, missing their parents. I empathized with their immigrant struggle. Not that I’m an immigrant… (fake news lol), but I couldn’t help but to think about my cousins that came from Sri Lanka and moved to Minnesota and started their new life here in the States. I honestly was just being friendly. I had also just come back from Jordan and was really feeling the Arab vibe. So we’re all talking and I felt the need to be hospitable.
Me: “I’ll get us a round of shots!”
Welcome to the USA bay-bee. Of course I got for the three of them and Brady.
Anyway, Brady and I stayed a bit longer at the bar and then decided to head back. It was a loooong day. As we were walking out, one of the Lebanese guys is like “Are you guys going out? Want a cigarette?”
I accepted (this is where my American readers judge me… come on, after a few drinks… let me live), but Brady passed. The three of us went outside together while we waited for our uber. I’m chatting a lot with the Lebanese guy since we’re the ones smoking. He was showing me all of these amazing places in Lebanon (always good to have connections when you travel). I’m throwing around the few words I know in Arabic. I guess I didn’t really realize I was leaving out Brady from the conversation……… but… he literally majored in Middle Eastern History and Arabic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like he could have more than joined in.
B: “The uber’s here”
Me: “Okay, lets go!!”
I could tell his energy was super off. I said bye to the guy and we left.
Me: “Is everything okay?”
B: “Yeah… fine…”
Ooooo… he’s pissed.
Me: “If you’re upset about something you can tell me and we can talk about it”
B: “ Nope… sorry I’m not a f*cking doctor”
Ohh nonono. He’s told me in the past about some heated arguments with ex’s. But like… he’s got the wrong one.
Me: “Maybe this passive aggressive thing flew with your ex’s but not with me. So if you’re upset we can talk about it.”
B: “Did you wanna sleep with that guy?”
BRO IM NOT EVEN GONNA SLEEP WITH YOU. You think I’m gonna hook up with a stranger.
I made a face.
Me: “Obviously not. I was just being friendly.”
We get in the uber and it’s soooo f*cking awkward. Honestly he had the right to be annoyed, but I really hated how he went about it.
B: “I’m sorry… I’m kinda drunk. Can we just forget it”
Me: “Yeah, sorry if I made you feel weird”
(But… I forgive, I don’t forget.)
Okay, was I flirting with the Lebanese guy? ABSOLUTELY NO(ooooooooot really)… Okay, I admit, I was not totally innocent in this scenario. Was I just trying to be friendly? Yes. Was he also Hot AF… also yes… uffffffffffff. Guys, even though everyone I’ve dated here looks like a little Ken doll with like blonde or brown hair….. the Arabs…. Brrrrroooo the Araaaaabssss…. That’s where it’s at. It’s the look, the accent, the swag…I feel like I just aged myself saying swag but I can’t think of a better word. They just have this energy that’s so cool. Also Lebanese guys specifically… my first crush in college was Lebanese. Anyway-yes, it’s not right. I was on a date, I probably shouldn’t have been talking to other guys at all. But you know that movie “He’s Just Not That Into You”? I have my own version of that called “I’m Just Not That Into You”.
I’m really the kind of person where if I like a guy… like realllly like a guy… they’re the only guy that exists in my universe. I’m so hyper infatuated with them. But…. If I’m not thaaaat into you.. my attention can be…. Scattered…
We get to his apartment and we were both still prettyyy intoxicated. I parked my car near his place but I definitely couldn’t drive home yet. I was sooo tired too… I even fell asleep in the uber. I basically sleep walked to his bed and just laid on top of the covers. Shoes on (feet hanging off the bed… I’m not uncivilized). He fell asleep right next to me. A few hours later I woke up… Shit it’s 3:30 am and I didn’t let my parents know I’d be back late. Anyway, I wasn’t planning on sleeping there. To me, sleeping next to someone is even more intimate than actually hooking up. I quietly got up and tip toed out, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. I know him. He’s usually the playboy. He’s the one picking up girls when he’s out. He’s the one juggling girls that like him more than he likes them. But this time… it’s just the opposite. It really was a good date. Besides the last bit. I just have to be honest with myself that I’m not feeling it romantically. But he would be a great friend.
Don’t hate the player, hate the game baby.
Dating 101 Key Take Aways:
I’ve been single. I’ve been in a relationship. But I’m still learning how to date. When you’re on a date, out of respect, just focus on who you’re with. I always try to treat people the way I want to be treated, and I know I’d be furious if I was him. That being said, pay attention to how people react when they’re upset.
Footnotes:
That couple actually did get engaged the next week… and they follow my blog
The Lebanese guy also follows me… so if he didn’t know before that I thought he was cute, he does now lol
