The agony of pretending to love sports to make your man happy
1 months ago, 21 Maý 10:57
I have never had any interest in football. I actually don’t care much for any sport. I watch the occasional game, when I find myself in the company of people who are watching the game. But other than that, sports don’t interest me, at all.
Up until recently, I was completely football illiterate, so to speak. I remember once someone asked me if I knew how long a football match lasted and I said thirty minutes! That is how clueless I was about football. All that changed when I met Mike.
Mike was a football fanatic. He lived and breathed football. His obsession with the game and his favourite team, Arsenal, was the very first thing you found out about him because it is all he talked about.
He could talk for hours about football and his thoughts and opinions about everything related to the game.
He was the kind of football fanatic whose mood was determined by how his favourite team was doing in the league. He was happy and upbeat when Arsenal was winning and he was in a foul mood when they lost.
I took an instant liking to Mike and I was determined to make him like me too. I wanted him to think I was a cool girl so I lied and told him that I was a huge Arsenal fan too. And thus began my three months of anguish, which I spent faking excitement for something I didn’t care much about all, in a bid to impress this man.
To be able to pull off this charade, I needed to learn everything about football and Arsenal in particular. I knew that I needed to know all this information fast so that Mike and I would have something to talk about.
I went online and crammed as much information as I could. Within a short time I knew all Arsenal players. I knew I needed to have a favourite player to really sell the facade so I went with Mesut Ozil.
I researched all facts and information about Arsenal fixtures, results, and league position for that season. What kind of fan would I be if I didn’t have Arsenal’s sportswear? I went out and got myself and an arsenal t-shirt and then I was ready to be Mike’s dream girlfriend.
He was impressed and we started spending a lot of time together going to his favourite bar to watch the game. It was exhausting! I had to accompany him to watch all games to maintain the relationship.
I spent a lot of afternoons and nights pretending to give a crap about something that I didn’t care much about. When I would much rather have stayed home curled up in bed with my laptop, watching a rerun of The Good Wife.
I could have kept this charade going for months, but I was becoming increasingly unhappy. Pretending to like football to get Mike’s attention and to maintain a relationship with him was beginning to take a toll on me.
That is when I decided that it wasn’t worth ...
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