Read my rugby story! I'll try not to make it boring.
I, a 5'4" 110lb puny little freshman l***o at university, was seduced into joining rugby. I'm sure she didn't mean to, but the adorable ginger soft butch girl guarding the rugby display put me in some kind of l***o trance and I stumbled up to the table.
"Wanna play rugby?" (cute tomboyish grin) She might have asked anything, wouldn't have made a difference. You should have seen the way she smiled at me after I signed the papers!
Oh lawd.
So I said "what the h**l" and went to the first practice. I don't have any direction in life right now so I find myself in strange new places quite often, anyway.
By strange, I mean, strange for me. I am very puny and have little athletic background compared to my teammates. I don't have those big L*****n calf muscles. Yet.
I believe in myself, but I realize I'm the team wannabe-dork at this point.
So finally, here's my question! Am I just being pathetically desperate?
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