Playing by the rules?

Sport. All sports… all games.  Happy to watch them all, and actively enjoy most, and I reckon I’ve got a pretty good handle on a majority (you know, like for a girl). For the ladies who nonchalantly say “God I hate sport”, I say “What? ALL of them?” Really, but there are so many. Surely one must float your boat? No? What a shame – not much gets me as carried away as a sporting occasion. I worry that you’re missing out.

The only other thing that might fire me up as much from time to time? Blokes; well I’m a young female so of course daliances with men crop up every so often (if I’m having a good week).  Hmm interesting… I’ve also heard the ladies say ‘God I hate men’. What? ALL of them? Come on kids… so dramatic.

So sport and men. Two topics which crop up in my conversations all the time and regularly with an endearing enthusiasm. One, where, for me, playing by the rules is of paramount importance (Lance kidda – so disappointing), one where there are no real rules as far as I’m concerned (and when it is suggested there are some, I pretty much break them all on a regular basis. Wait 4 hours to reply to a text? I don’t think I wait 4 hours for anything.)

So let’s see, sport and men… “Play!”.