Jane Austen meets Egg Chasing:
A Valentines Match Report |  |
The Welsh threatened to bring “sexy rugby” to Twickenham this year, as if egg chasing had never been exposed to it before. In true romance style, their promise was full of passion but ended in tragedy. It made me realise that a rose on the shirt was not mutually exclusive to a rose in the hand; it’s all down to the thrill of the chase.
I am a real romantic; a sucker for it actually. Ask any of my friends and they will roll their eyes in mock disapproval. Just because I play a rough game doesn’t mean I have lost touch with my feminine needs. I have high standards in my quest for Mr Darcy and no one is going to make me ditch them. When a player takes time to chat to children after a tough game, or when he grabs his wife upon winning the World Cup as if nothing else matters, I melt. So why can’t men show the same passion off the pitch as they do on it? I am not talking 21st Century passion between the sheets; I am talking romance which Jane Austen herself would approve of.
Ladies, the answer lies in the Neanderthal “hunter – predator” ritual. The harder the prey is to catch, the more the hunter enjoys the challenge of chasing it. It applies on and off the pitch. If you have to work hard for the ball, then the more rewarding it is to win it. An easy game is not necessarily the most fun!
Don’t get me wrong, I am not on any moral high ground here. I have made my mistakes and succumbed to the lamest advances! However, in true female rugby style, I am here as your back up to make sure you win the ball (so to speak) or to put it another way: the girl predicting your next move. Let’s set the scene… It is Valentines Day…a paradoxical day. It can be incredibly romantic if you are in a relationship or being pursued by the so the called hunter. On the other side of the coin, it can be truly painful and humiliating if you are single and not prey to anyone’s advances!
I am one of those people who will not be late for work because her door is wedged by too many cards thanks to Saint Valentine. I am the one in the office who pretends to throw up when someone receives flowers at work (guys this is so simple and effective!). In fact, I am the girl who will attend her Tuesday night training session as if February 14th means nothing. I mean singledom is a word not a sentence. It is a choice not a punishment, right? WRONG!!! With a week to go, I feel like the losing team at half time. I feel like my match stats don’t favour my chance of winning, I am the underdog. I feel like I have made more tackles than passes, more knock ons than turnovers! However, in this game you play to the whistle and the final whistle hasn’t gone yet…there is still hope, and hope and glory are what the rose on the shirt stand for! It isn’t over ‘til the fat lady sings…let’s not go there actually! The reason I haven’t got a card coming my way is either because I didn’t let the guys do enough chasing or I have not allowed “Mr Right Now” blind my vision from “Mr Right”. I prefer the latter reason…I am proud of being fussy and giving the hunter the chase of his life, so that when he gets that prey he truly appreciates it!
I had 4 months when I suffered a lack of focus in my love life, I was off my game. I asked my friends why the last two guys I met, never called me back after the second date? (well one guy was after the first date but I don’t want to admit that!). They said to me, “Cally he got what he wanted without even earning it, you were Kitty out of Pride and Prejudice, not Elizabeth Bennett” They are right and wrong. Those two guys didn’t get to know me for the funny, loving and slightly mad girl that I am. However, they got another notch on their bedpost and “notch” doesn’t sit comfortably with me. So now my match tactics have changed. Until I know a guy wants more than a rumble in the jungle, and that he is prepared to show me some real “sweepage” then I am going to be chased like my life depends on it…like a rabbit avoiding the stew pot or a fox avoiding the hounds! (you can take the girl out of Devon but you can’t take the Devon out the girl…apologies for any veggies who take offence)
So let us not be preoccupied with February 14th. Romance is something which doesn’t have a sell by date on it. It is something which every man has the potential to show at any time of the year. Ladies, let’s help coach this ability out of the male species by making things a little more interesting. Up the stakes slightly and make the game that of two halves not a walkover. See Valentines as a romantic revolution or as an emotional epiphany. Give him the thrill of the chase and see if next year’s match stats favour you as the winning team. If I were a gambling girl I would put money on the fact that the best tings come to those who wait…now where did I put my Anne Summers outfit?…oops!!!
P.s. Any 6ft 2 plus, broad, single, quick witted, posh or Irish accented guys out there: please send flowers or an abundance of chocolate to my office or Courtesy Of RFTG!!! Well you can’t blame a girl for trying can you?... Previously on Blonde's Guide to Egg Chasing click here
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