Don’t know why some guys really think that a girl only knows about those cute guys like Messi, kaka or Ronaldo when it comes about football…???
While some yearn for Beckham & Ronaldo’s good looks, I give them kudos for their skills and incredible free kick outside the 20-yard box. While the faces of Messi, Kaka and Drogba might become household names due to branding on the side of KFC boxes, for those who love football, they are shining stars year-round for their goal scoring performances at club level. And while there are women who would swig beers and occasionally glance at the TV screen, how many go to a bar, any bar with a TV screen with the game on, solo, because it’s 90 minutes of your life you wouldn’t rather spend anywhere else? I can assure you, not many.
So am I so eager to impress that I’m going to lie about my love for football? Do they honestly believe I want their validation so badly that I’m going to fake small talk about it? Do they truly imagine that football is the only thing I can come up with to impress them? Or that I want to impress them at all?
Well the topic started when one of my colleague whose name is similar to one of the international player of a big fame club came up with the sentences like “I am actually/pretty surprised that you know that player..”
Honestly speaking I have a lot of experience dealing with men who can’t fathom that a girl knows her football. I’m not saying I’m some crazy stat machine who can pump out numbers and facts from decades back (my brain doesn’t work like that), but I know my shit, I watch every game and I’m a huge fan. And since I’m a girl: I’m also helpful! (Women: we LOVE to please!) So when a guy in a sports bar throws out a question to everyone in the vicinity, if I know the answer, I give it.
There are several reasons that men may not hear the answer they’re seeking until someone of their gender gives it to them. Perhaps they tune me out. Maybe they don’t believe I know the answer. It’s possible that they’d feel more comfortable hearing it from someone “else.”
Even if it’s a girl holding a candle for a side, or one with a full-on blaze, fellas, there are girls out there who love football just as much as you do, and, if you’re liming in a bar watching the game, you just might bounce up one.
Whatever the secondary reason is, the primary reason men in sports bars ignore my responses is abundantly clear:
It’s because I’m a woman.
I know. It’s so cliché, but ugh: it’s so true.
While some yearn for Beckham & Ronaldo’s good looks, I give them kudos for their skills and incredible free kick outside the 20-yard box. While the faces of Messi, Kaka and Drogba might become household names due to branding on the side of KFC boxes, for those who love football, they are shining stars year-round for their goal scoring performances at club level. And while there are women who would swig beers and occasionally glance at the TV screen, how many go to a bar, any bar with a TV screen with the game on, solo, because it’s 90 minutes of your life you wouldn’t rather spend anywhere else? I can assure you, not many.
So am I so eager to impress that I’m going to lie about my love for football? Do they honestly believe I want their validation so badly that I’m going to fake small talk about it? Do they truly imagine that football is the only thing I can come up with to impress them? Or that I want to impress them at all?
Well the topic started when one of my colleague whose name is similar to one of the international player of a big fame club came up with the sentences like “I am actually/pretty surprised that you know that player..”
Honestly speaking I have a lot of experience dealing with men who can’t fathom that a girl knows her football. I’m not saying I’m some crazy stat machine who can pump out numbers and facts from decades back (my brain doesn’t work like that), but I know my shit, I watch every game and I’m a huge fan. And since I’m a girl: I’m also helpful! (Women: we LOVE to please!) So when a guy in a sports bar throws out a question to everyone in the vicinity, if I know the answer, I give it.
There are several reasons that men may not hear the answer they’re seeking until someone of their gender gives it to them. Perhaps they tune me out. Maybe they don’t believe I know the answer. It’s possible that they’d feel more comfortable hearing it from someone “else.”
Even if it’s a girl holding a candle for a side, or one with a full-on blaze, fellas, there are girls out there who love football just as much as you do, and, if you’re liming in a bar watching the game, you just might bounce up one.
Whatever the secondary reason is, the primary reason men in sports bars ignore my responses is abundantly clear:
It’s because I’m a woman.
I know. It’s so cliché, but ugh: it’s so true.
