Crouch.Touch.Pause.Engage.
No Pads. no helmets. just balls.
My Girlfriend hates it when I talk about Rugby…
It all kicked off the other day; it crossed the line, out of the blue. She couldn’t tackle the problem in a sensible manner. This is the second row we’ve had about it this week; Number 8 over all. She called Mark, her friend from work to complain about my Rugby obsession. I overheard some of it, and apparently since we’ve been together she’s had to drop goals and aspirations. I try but it’s hard and I can’t make the conversion to her way of thinking. She just lets fly half of the time and tries to maul me. This time she swung a hook at me from the blind-side and there was a right ruckus. She told me she couldn’t Haka any more bullshit and went to storm off.
In the end I just dumped her.
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