the one where I dated a boy with a super bowl ring
Okay, so Mike wants to know about the NFL player I dated. I mentioned this in my 100 Things About Me page; but otherwise, mum's been the word on the whole thing. I'm not sure why it's been a big secret, really. Except for the fact that when we went out, he was a client of the law firm that cut my paychecks. So I guess I wasn't real hype on discussing it.
Anyhoodle, the first time I met this guy was on a spring afternoon in 1999 in Charleston. He was all being flirty with me and I was much more interested in entering billable time into the computer in front of me than I was chatting up some random meathead who came in to meet with my boss. I later commented to a co-worker about how gaudy his taste in jewelry appeared to be, at which point she laughed in my face and informed me that was his Super Bowl ring. Hmm. Anyway, turns out he was a pretty nice guy and I ended up agreeing to go out with him after he was persistent enough to walk me from the office two blocks down East Bay Street one afternoon.
The whole adventure culminated in a sum total of three dates. And while I can honestly say he's a nice guy; that's really about all there was to it. There was a lot more going on between his biceps than there was between his ears, if you know what I mean. I owe him a valuable lesson, though: there's often little more to a football player than a set of shoulder pads. He doesn't play anymore; and although it's true that he was playing in Atlanta at the time I found myself newly single a few years ago, nothing ever came of that. Despite the urging of a few guy friends to give him a buzz and score some sweet game tickets, I was a lot more interested in a certain trial lawyer you may have heard me mention here.
I have nothing bad to say about the experience, but in the end, the Super Bowl ring was the shiniest part of the endeavor. I guess in the long run, the bling will only get you so far. I had a pretty impressive ring myself once - and I tossed it in the Potomac a few years ago. Turns out my love for sparkly things only runs so deep.
Hey there,
I just found your blog over the weekend...I almost had to stop reading when I saw how gorgeous you are in your photos, but I guess I can let it slide.:) Teasing. Anyway, I like the blog a lot & am adding you to my favorites.
Posted by: Christy | 05 May 2008 at 04:20 PM
What a coincidence . . . today is his birthday!
Posted by: Valerie | 05 May 2008 at 07:50 PM
Valerie, omg, that is really freaking weird.
Posted by: cdp | 05 May 2008 at 08:17 PM
I love it...my question turns into an entire post. You are my blog crush! ;) Thanks for the entire scoop. A good story.
Posted by: Mike | 06 May 2008 at 12:14 AM
Good story, but what I can't get over is the fact that you used the term "anyhoodle." You crack me up!
Posted by: Larissa | 06 May 2008 at 02:40 AM
So funny and very strange! He is very cute though!
Posted by: Rachel | 06 May 2008 at 08:34 AM
i had no idea that you threw your ring into the river! that is one statement girl!
Posted by: Michelle & the City | 06 May 2008 at 08:37 AM
Ahh, yes, girl. Yes I did. Apparently M didn't know about this either because he and I JUST had a discussion about it this morning. I feel another post coming on . . .
Posted by: cdp | 06 May 2008 at 09:54 AM
Great post. And I agree that football players don't have much going on besides the biceps...
Posted by: Passionista | 06 May 2008 at 11:40 AM
The last paragraph of this post rocks. Seems like there's more than just untouched natural rocks at the bottom of the river, eh? Good for you!
Posted by: Nilsa S. | 06 May 2008 at 12:36 PM
I second the comment right above me. Seriously almost exactly what I was going to say. Guess I need to come up with some more original thoughts.
But honestly... good for you, girl. It seems you have your head on tight... or straight. Or however the saying goes :)
Posted by: poodlegoose | 06 May 2008 at 01:45 PM
He's cute but I've always imagined dating a professional sports player would be less than exciting when it comes to intimate conversation and things that count.
Posted by: Flat Coke and Flies | 06 May 2008 at 08:09 PM
I am a true believer that it's the quality not the quantity. Big head small brain. Small bum big ass!!! See all seems the same.
Hope you are having a good day.
PS I love reading your blog, it always makes me smile.
Posted by: leigh | 06 May 2008 at 11:43 PM
Oooh fun. Always a fond memory to look back on :)
Posted by: Sues | 07 May 2008 at 10:31 AM
I love the fact that you are so feisty as to throw your ring in the river.
Now I'm totally gonna judge a book by his cover, and say that he kind of looks like a more biceps than brains type o' guy.
Posted by: Princess Pointful | 08 May 2008 at 02:06 AM
Hi,
another who is new to reading blogs, who came across your's, enjoyed what I have already read and have added you to my favorites.
Posted by: | 08 May 2008 at 08:45 AM
I missed you muchly while I was gone.
Posted by: B2G | 08 May 2008 at 04:23 PM
I'm new to your blog after stumbling across it through a friend who had you linked. Fabulous story and reminds me of my college days and my roommate who seemed to pick the best looking athletes who were just morons. Unlike her, at least your story had a wonderful ending!!
Posted by: DAR | 09 May 2008 at 10:15 AM