I feel as though I should tell all of you how my Georgia boy and I met; it was kismet.
OK, not really, we were at a bar in Atlanta, and he came up to me and started to talk to me. During the course of our conversation, he found out that I was an Auburn girl, and began to quiz me on my knowledge of our football team, and of course, I schooled him.
Apparently he had never met someone who knew sports like he does.
Pretty romantic story, huh? Oh it gets better. Our first date—Hooters. He claimed it was for the wings, but I beg to differ. Look, I don't care how good the food is somewhere, you should never take a first date to somewhere like that.
During that first date, as I was trying to ignore the boobs, the talk went back to football. I asked if he still went to many of the games. This was when I should have been listening a little bit more carefully. He said no because of the way his emotions take over.
OK, so I get emotional too during games I thought, no big deal. As our relationship grew, our conversations continued to come back to his warning about his attitude change during football. I thought he was only joking with me.
Little did I know Fall season as I knew it was about to change drastically.
Be sure to check in for part three in the next week.
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