A bunch of my teammates and I went to a bar after our soccer game the other.

It's a sportsbar, which is not my normal hang out (who the hell am I kidding? I have a two year old, the ball pit at IKEA is my normal hang out these days)

There was an airhockey table. And those who know me, know I love me some air hockey.

(the bruised knuckles from getting dinged with the puck, no so much)

A couple of firefighters (apparently this is also a local hangout for the firefighters..huh wonder why CA suggested it?) came over to chat us up.

-This never fails to amaze me. Men just dig chicks in soccer gear.

Anyway, one particular thick necked individual decided he would challenge me, and he even wagered money!! Now I'm not a betting person. But give me a sure thing? And I'm in.

So after I won twenty bucks and debated whether Varlamov or Theodore would be the starting goaltender for the Caps.

He said "You're the kind of girl my Dad told me I should marry"

I smiled and said "Thanks but I'm already engaged"

The tentative date is September 25.