As I said last week, I went to a cage fight on Saturday and I was surprised how informal it was. I went with a friend who knew one of the fighters. He also managed to wangle two of his other fighter buddies to come along, which I did not mind at all as one was gorgeous.
So we all got dressed up in heels and face full of make up prepared for the dolled up girls of Woking to be looking better than us anyway. No such luck. I was in jeans, heels and a blazer and was probably the smartest one in there! (Tell a lie: one middle aged woman wore a lilac body-con that looked like she had been squeezed into it like a sausage!!!)
Then onto the male fights - much more my cup of tea. As the fighters entered the ring the smell of testosterone filled the venue and was almost intoxicating. Maybe it didn't help that all they served was beer -and I'd already had two! I felt like I was in a cartoon world that turned all the males in the venue into steroid infused, drunken cavemen!
So we all got dressed up in heels and face full of make up prepared for the dolled up girls of Woking to be looking better than us anyway. No such luck. I was in jeans, heels and a blazer and was probably the smartest one in there! (Tell a lie: one middle aged woman wore a lilac body-con that looked like she had been squeezed into it like a sausage!!!)
Then onto the male fights - much more my cup of tea. As the fighters entered the ring the smell of testosterone filled the venue and was almost intoxicating. Maybe it didn't help that all they served was beer -and I'd already had two! I felt like I was in a cartoon world that turned all the males in the venue into steroid infused, drunken cavemen!
As I entered I kept my head high and smiled at every prospective man. Some smiled back and others looked away in embarrassment. I also thought some may have been scared by gorgeous Mr Muscle stood behind me! We arrived in the hall whilst two females were fighting so I instinctively knew that whilst two women were fighting I would get no looks whatsoever.
I found three men, one of which was the coordinator of the event. Whoops! The second was the older gentlemen in the VIP seating. Lets call him 'DILF'. He was broad and sexy with a little stubble and a really handsome face. I smiled at him and he smiled back before averting his eyes back to the fight. I later saw his friends staring at me which I could take as good or bad but I was hoping for good things.
I was also flirting with Mr Muscle which was a great confidence boost. Obviously he was just flirting back as he has a girlfriend but it was definitely fun. But maybe I shot myself in the foot? Did 'DILF' see the flirtation and assume that we were an item? Or are men just so engrossed in sport to notice a cute girl smile at them?
I don't know the answer but maybe a sporting event is not the greatest way to meet men.
Next week I'll be telling all the juicy gossip from one the best dating sites to find absolute dickheads!
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