With the Cowboys struggling on the field, I decided that perhaps somebody should be scoring at their match and chose to start my road test at a Cowboys home game. Maybe consoling an avid fan is the key to finding love so I enlist my married Bestie to act as wing women . Before you say it I realise that for my first assignment I have picked a wing women who is married but Tracey (my Bestie) has been my wing women since I turned 18 and our tried and tested technique was usually a winner(she is married after all), that combined with the fact that she has seen me do far stupider things than this she is guaranteed not to laugh (to my face anyway). So with Tracey by my side I grab a beverage or three for courage and start searching for eligible bachelors.
But what is going to drag the eyes of these mad fans away from the field and onto me. After discussing my quest with male members from the office earlier this week, through their rude laughter they advised me that my best bet to gain attention was to bare flesh. However, I don’t think standing shivering with my cellulite on display will provoke the right kind of reaction. So I have worn my most footy appropriate outfit with perhaps a hint of cleavage just in case the boys are right. But is it enough – scoping the talent I can see that all eyes are directly planting on the game. At this stage I’m not taking it personally but I think standing around looking cute just isn’t going to cut it.
From my perch in the stand I try to locate a spot where the eligible bachelor seem to be hanging out but I’m quickly running out of time and the 3 drinks I had seem to be making things worse – Hello Beer goggles!!!. Perhaps the key to this is not picking the biggest game of the season to flex my flirting muscles. So with a touch of disappointment (I’m perhaps doing worse than the Cowboys at this point) I figure it’s time to give up on the game and head over to the Leagues club next door to see if I have better luck there.
With the football not yet over Tracey and I grab a table with a choice view of the entrance to ensure we spot the hotties before they disappear into the crowd. I have to admit that this is defiantly a better spot than the game and I actually manage to chat to a couple of guys. Although, one thinks that I am pulling his leg when I tell him about the road test situation and even producing a business card doesn’t seem to sway him, lucky for me he thinks I am creating this strange scenario to throw him off rather than thinking I’m a desperate freak.
Across the bar Tracey is having better luck and quickly signals to me to come over, most likely by yelling out “Oi Candice, ya tart”. As much as I hate to admit it she has certainly chosen better for me than I did for myself and within 10 minutes I proudly walk out of the bar humming Queen’s “We are the Champions”, with my number securely in the phone of one very cute boy. Two hours later I have a date for Saturday night and Tracey and I celebrate like Paris and Nicole until very early the next morning.
So what’s my verdict……. If you can get their attention at the Footy game then you might be ok, other than that wait till they hit the bar and try a quick chat up in the queue. A Wing women is a must – if only to help you celebrate and drag your drunken butt home afterwards.
But what is going to drag the eyes of these mad fans away from the field and onto me. After discussing my quest with male members from the office earlier this week, through their rude laughter they advised me that my best bet to gain attention was to bare flesh. However, I don’t think standing shivering with my cellulite on display will provoke the right kind of reaction. So I have worn my most footy appropriate outfit with perhaps a hint of cleavage just in case the boys are right. But is it enough – scoping the talent I can see that all eyes are directly planting on the game. At this stage I’m not taking it personally but I think standing around looking cute just isn’t going to cut it.
From my perch in the stand I try to locate a spot where the eligible bachelor seem to be hanging out but I’m quickly running out of time and the 3 drinks I had seem to be making things worse – Hello Beer goggles!!!. Perhaps the key to this is not picking the biggest game of the season to flex my flirting muscles. So with a touch of disappointment (I’m perhaps doing worse than the Cowboys at this point) I figure it’s time to give up on the game and head over to the Leagues club next door to see if I have better luck there.
With the football not yet over Tracey and I grab a table with a choice view of the entrance to ensure we spot the hotties before they disappear into the crowd. I have to admit that this is defiantly a better spot than the game and I actually manage to chat to a couple of guys. Although, one thinks that I am pulling his leg when I tell him about the road test situation and even producing a business card doesn’t seem to sway him, lucky for me he thinks I am creating this strange scenario to throw him off rather than thinking I’m a desperate freak.
Across the bar Tracey is having better luck and quickly signals to me to come over, most likely by yelling out “Oi Candice, ya tart”. As much as I hate to admit it she has certainly chosen better for me than I did for myself and within 10 minutes I proudly walk out of the bar humming Queen’s “We are the Champions”, with my number securely in the phone of one very cute boy. Two hours later I have a date for Saturday night and Tracey and I celebrate like Paris and Nicole until very early the next morning.
So what’s my verdict……. If you can get their attention at the Footy game then you might be ok, other than that wait till they hit the bar and try a quick chat up in the queue. A Wing women is a must – if only to help you celebrate and drag your drunken butt home afterwards.
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