My very own rugby player

I’m going to be THAT American girl right now that writes about a man she meets abroad. During my spring break trip to Cairns I met a man that played rugby for a team in England. The picture above is one he sent me of his teammates and him, he’s the one with his fist in the air. We hit it off and I became quite smitten with him that I actually went to see him in the Gold Coast the following week. He had been living there whilst he travels a bit on his year off venturing abroad. I had dated guys in the states that played football before, but the scars on his face and legs vouched for the increased roughness in the sport (as you can also see my the missing teeth of his teammates in the pic). He was impressed that I was actually taking a class here that was teaching me about the sport and taking me to several matches. He was playing in a semi-pro league when he first got here, but couldn’t afford to for long. He explained to me (as we discussed in class) that rugby players in Australia don’t make that much money and he needed to find a better paying job to support his travels. In England, he was able to play and support his lifestyle and own his own home on his salary. I was sorry to hear this, but he said it was time for him to move on anyway. I found this attitude on stopping quite different than my friends that played college football in the states. He supposedly has plans to visit me in N.Y. next year, maybe I will take him to an American pro sport!