21. Back In The Game!

Oh my goodness. Woke up at about 4:00am with a raging hangover and the thirst equal to that of a fish in the Sahara. I stumbled out to the kitchen and drank some water out of the tap that's never used so is probably going to poison me - it tasted so so good though so I didn't care. If I had waited any longer for some liquid I would have turned into a little pile of dust on my bed.

That's when I remembered the awful, awful truth! That I had called The Footballer last night - and I think I may have ruined the one 'relationship' (I use this term very loosely) that I had been trying to preserve for so long. I checked my call log and it told me I had been on the phone to him for over an hour and a half - what on earth had we been talking about? (or was I just leaving a really long voicemail?) My head was throbbing and I was beginning to feel sick. I don't know if it was part of the hangover or the thought that I may have destroyed months of hard work in one night. I decided to go back to bed and sleep it off a bit before thinking about it again as it was hurting my brain.

I woke up again at about 11:00am feeling much better to the sound of my phone ringing. Ugh, who's it going to be? My ex had an annoying habit of calling me alot lately - or it would be my mum saying "What time are you home? I want you to come and look at some curtains." Now I know now what my mum means by 'looking at curtains' - it's anything but. We go to Homebase or some other store intending to do some DIY but end up having a massive lunch out and buying clothes I don't need. Hey - this might not be so bad! But no, it's neither of them - when I look I see it's The Footballer!! What?? I can hardly contain my excitement, or amazement when I answer the phone. (so not a good look)

"Hello babe" he says, "Bit drunk last night were you?" Uh oh, I think, what on earth happened? What did I say? It can't be that bad as he is calling me now. We end up chatting for a while and it is slowly revealed to me that during that phone conversation last night I:

• Told him that I had seen his boss out that night, and that he looked like Anne Robinson (eek!)




• Why didn't he see me more? I missed him! (double eek!)

• That I had showed a variety of people a picture of his.... thing and they were all as amazed and impressed as me! I may have talked about this part of his anatomy in quite a favourable manner for quite a while...




• I was seeing a guy who had several girlfriends and that I had just got back from a triple date (oh no...)




• I actually gave him a QUIZ on things I have told him over the past year and he had to answer, he actually got almost all of them right, I was well impressed! (apparantly there was a theme tune to the quiz which I felt the need to sing to him - not even thinking about it, my head will explode)




• and finally (and maybe the worst) I told him about THIS. About my plan to write a book. AAAH!

He was the one person I was most terrified about finding out about my book. I was shocked at his response though: He said, and I quote:

"You told me you always wanted to write a book, but once you met me it gave you the inspiration to do it - I can't believe it, no one's ever said anything like that to me." (what? He actually likes it?)

I assured him that no one is named in the book and you can't tell who it is to which he replied:

"Oh what? I don't mind you saying who I am, infact in the front I want you to say - "I want to thank (his name here) for helping me to write this book.

I thought I was hearing things, it turns out that being drunk and being totally open and honest with him about how much I did genuinely like him worked! He was so much more open with me now and we chatted easily for a while. He assured me he wanted to see me soon (I still don't believe him) and told him as much. He promised to check his fixtures list and call me later that day to let me know when he would next be down this way.

It turned out he was playing Arsenal that very weekend in London and so if they won he may be able to stay down for the Sunday - yay! I wasn't getting my hopes up as I have had them dashed in the past but there was a faint glimmer of hope. The Footballer was totally back in the game!