Football, Soccer, Whatever...

I don’t speak football and I certainly don’t understand it but I gave up the living room with giant flat screen in it for the smaller one in the bedroom just to show you how much I love you (not as if I enjoyed doing that anyway). Thought it was the least I could do for you on a day like this, we always fight about who watches what and where but today I gave up the TV remote control and the room without a fight but with a smile and a kiss. (Because he had promised me something later that night which I was gladly looking forward to, the more reason why I wore that smiled at everyone at the salon, like to say u don’t know what I am getting tonight!)

Up the stairs and into the bedroom I went and form there I watched my telenovela.(from the boring small TV) but didn’t complain. So, your favourite team lost and I am deeply sorry…if only I could anything about it. Well it’s okay to be sad and sulk for a little while BUT, u refused to eat the food I spent the last two hours of my day cooking? The dish you specifically ask me to prepare? The same one I had to go to the market for? The same one that prevented me from having my nails polished? The onions that burned my eyes? U have got to be kidding me to say that you are not hungry! I wanted to lose it on him but then I remembered my promise and I held back.

Between that time of after the football match and the food rejection time, he spoke very little to me, mostly phrases instead of sentences. Occasionally I reminded myself of the promise so I didn’t react to his foolishness until he retired to bed and I quickly followed. I don’t really like initiating but after waiting for the longest ten minutes in bed without any word or action, I decided to set the ball rolling. I turned over and kissed him. My kiss was received lousily and he broke away almost immediately.  I almost snapped but then again I kept myself in check and told myself to have some patience and I took in some deep breaths. I moved closer and I touched him but this time around the rejection came with words and I quote “ sweedy, I am not sure I really want to do this, can we do this other time?”  like hell yes!! Are you out of your freaking mind? All this nonsense because of a football match? Is it my fault that your team lost? Since when did score lines of football matches become an issue for partners? U could watch an entire NINETY minutes plus extra time of someone else’s match but can’t play yours? My heart was racing and my blood boiling fast and I was screaming too and he wished he hadn’t been this foolish!

 To think that I was very well prepped and the pitch was in very good shape, my jersey too was of standard quality (lingerie) and a trumpet (not a whistle) which will blow at the end of a guaranteed fair play and winning match (orgasm). All the tickets I have sold in the form of smiles to everyone throughout my entire day, had all gone to waste?  But what exactly did he want me to do about the match? Before and after? Predict and the scores or steal the cup and bring it to him. In fact, for all this pain and disappointment, I am going to the camp of the rival team to celebrate with them and whiles I am there, I will be sure to take some pictures and bring home some souvenirs as well!! But first I need to shove the food up his A**. Angrily i left to sleep in the other room in an official "i so hate you right now" mood. Looking forward to the make up match which usually come with very attractive prize packages...hehehehehehe 
Come to think of it, his team should lose everyday so he can misbehave and make up for it later.                                                               

Manchester United of eleven players lost as a team but I won as an individual. Aint that funny indeed?