The Football Game

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To say that I was excited about seeing Jully would be a huge understatement. I hardly slept last night and this morning, I was anxious for the hours to go by quickly and for the time to come when I would head out to meet her in front of French Quarter restaurant.

On the way, my cell rang. My heart sank when I saw who the caller was. I answered it although I was tempted to let it go to voice message. “Hi, Mandy.”

“Hi, Aaron. I just called to remind you about the wedding lunch tomorrow.”

To be quite honest, I had completely forgotten about it. My mind had been so preoccupied with Jully. I had planned on asking her to go somewhere with me tomorrow but now I couldn’t because of a previous engagement. “Thanks for reminding me. What time is it again?”

“The ceremony is at 11 and the reception is immediately after at the Hampshire House on Beacon Hill.”

“What time would you like me to pick you up?”

“Ten. That would give us plenty of time to get there.”

“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow at ten.”

“What are you doing now?”

“I’m on my way to the DCU Center to watch a game.”

“Have fun.”

“I will, thanks.” I was surprised but relieved that she didn’t ask me if I was going alone.

“‘Bye, Honey.”

“‘Bye, Mandy.” I ended the call. I wonder if she would have told me to have fun if she knew that I wasn’t going to the game alone. I doubted it. She would have a serious problem with me taking Jully and who can blame her? Jully was a very attractive and sexy woman. Just thinking about her made me horny. I have never felt like this over Mandy or any of my previous girlfriends. Yes, Jully was different. What I felt for her both thrilled and scared me. It was more than physical attraction. It was the something else which scared me.

She was waiting outside of French Quarter restaurant and when she saw me, she smiled as I pulled over. Her hair was different again but it didn’t look like a wig. She was nicely dressed in an attractive multi-colored top and a pair of dark blue jeans with high heel boots. She looked great. My eyes traveled admiringly over her as she walked over to the car. And when she got in, I caught a whiff of her perfume. “Hi,” she said, smiling at me.

“Hi.” My eyes lingered on her for several minutes before I tore them away to merge back into the traffic as she fastened her seatbelt.

“In case you’re wondering, this is my natural hair without the oil which I use sometimes when I want to smooth it down–give it that slick look like yesterday.”

“You don’t have to explain to me about your hair, Jully.”

“Good. I wear it this way most of the time because it’s easier to manage. And I wear wigs too when I want to look different.”

“I like you with your natural hair this way and the other way.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“Have you ever been to Hampshire House on Beacon Hill?”

“I know it’s near Massachusetts State House but, no, I’ve never been there before. Why?”

“We’re going tomorrow for a wedding lunch.”

“We, as in you and your girlfriend?”

“Yes. I had completely forgotten about it. It’s a good thing she called and reminded me.”

“So, who’s getting married?”

“One of her co-workers.”

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic about going.”

I came very close to saying that I wasn’t because I wanted to spend the day with her instead but I shrugged and said, “I’m not but what can I do?”

“When you go, try to enjoy yourself.”

“What about you? What are you going to do tomorrow?”

“After I go to church, I’ll go home and have leftovers and then, relax with a good book.”

“Can I call you?”

“Sure. You can tell me about the wedding.”

I thought to myself that the when I called her, the last thing I wanted to talk about was the wedding. “So, do you go to church every Sunday?”

“Yes. What about you?”

“I haven’t been in a long time.”

“Do you read the Bible at least?”

“Yes. I try to read a psalm every night.”

“Good. What about your girlfriend? Does she go to church?”

“I don’t think she’s a Christian.”

“So, you’re unequally yoked.”

“I guess you can say that.”

“Is she pretty or beautiful or attractive?”


“How long have you and she been together?”

“For about a year and a half.”

“You know if I were her, I would have a major problem with you having a bite to eat and going to a football game with another woman even if you and she are just friends.”

“You don’t strike me as the jealous type.”

“I’m not but if you were my man, I would be.”

We were at a stop light and I looked at her. How I longed to tell her that I wanted to be her man. “If you and I were in a relationship, you wouldn’t have any reason to be jealous,” I told her tautly. How I ached to take her in my arms and kiss her.

She returned my stare. “That’s good to know,” she replied, sounding a little breathless.

I don’t know how long we stared at each other but it was long enough for the person behind me to blow his horn. Dragging my eyes away from her, I proceeded through the intersection. We were in Worcester now and had made it in good time.

We went to Revolution Pie + Pint which was a quick drive from the DCU Center. The place was buzzing with people when we walked in. Soon after we sat down, we went through the menu and were ready to order when the waitress came over. I had the Meatball Grinder sandwich and she had the Chicken Caprese. Both sandwiches were served with House Chips. I have never eaten here before but I would definitely stop in again, hopefully with Jully.

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When we were finished eating and I paid the bill, we sat there for a while longer and then, we left and headed over to the DCU Center. We found our seats and sat down. I was looking forward to the game not because one of my favorites teams was playing but because I was there with Jully.

She turned her head and caught me looking at her. She smiled that smile of hers which got my heart pumping like crazy and my pulse racing. “Thanks for asking me to come with you to the game,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” I said quietly. “I hope we can come to more games together.”

“I hope so too. I enjoy your company very much.”

“And I enjoy yours very much too.” I wanted to ask her if I could see her again tomorrow but just then, the game started. Perhaps when I’m giving her a ride home, I can arrange to see her again tomorrow in the early evening or after the wedding.

Sources: DCU Center; Rebecca Chan

6 Replies to “The Football Game”

    1. Thanks, Priti 🙂 Am happy you enjoyed the story. It’s purely fictional. I thought it would be a good idea to have Aaron tell his story so that it would seem more realistic, more personal than if I were to tell it in the third person. Am really thrilled that you thought the story was beautiful and romantic.


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