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stands right this minute. In fact, I had a feeling that Desiree, Selena,
or Becky would've jumped at the chance to go out with this guy if he had
expressed an interest in them. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt, as long as I
didn't repeat my mistakes. If for no other reason than to permanently get my
thoughts away from Luke, I thought that perhaps a date with Greg would be just
the ticket. "Okay, great, you're on," I said. "Where and
when?"
    "How about Saturday evening?" he asked.
    I glanced at the girls, their eyes wide now. In fact,
Becky's mouth was hanging open in shock, or awe, or some such. I found myself
secretly pleased, and in the next moment, I nodded in agreement. "It's a
date," I said. Then I realized I needed to give him my phone number. I
didn't have anything to write it down on, and it wasn't exactly as if he had
his PDA or iPhone with him. Suddenly, Desiree shoved a small piece of notebook
paper in my hand. I glanced down at it and realized she had quickly scribbled
my phone number on it. I smiled at her, nodded my appreciation, and then
extended the scrap of paper to Greg. "This is my phone number. You can
either text me or call and I can let you know where to pick me up."
    Greg plucked the scrap of paper from my fingers and
his fingers brushed against mine. No electric sparks like I had felt with Luke,
but there was no doubt whatsoever that Greg was a fine-looking guy. He was
sweet and polite, but then again, I had thought Luke had been at first. I
smiled as he offered a brief gesture of farewell and then hurried back down to
the stands and rejoined his teammates on the side of the field. I saw him tuck
the piece of paper into a jacket laying on the side of the bench before
following his teammates back onto the field.
    I didn't spot any obvious tattoos, but then he was
wearing a shirt. However, he did meet another requirement on my list. He played
a sport! While rugby has certainly not been in my thoughts when I created the
“must play sports” requirement on my list, one couldn't get any more sporting
than rugby. As far as I was concerned, it was a full on contact sport, even
more so than American football, especially since they didn't wear any
protective gear.
    "Can you believe that?" Becky asked, amazed
as her eyes also followed the rugby player back onto the field.
    I saw Becky gazing at me, smiling, and then Selena and
Desiree joined in, all three of them teasing me. Before the game started up
again, I laughed and cast my eyes over the bleachers. Suddenly, I stiffened.
There, down near the front of the far right side of the bleachers, I saw Luke.
He was sitting near the girl he'd just been making out with in the parking lot.
To my surprise, he was staring up at me, a slight frown pulling down his
eyebrows. He glanced from me to Greg, who had just rejoined his teammates, and
then back at me again. Was it possible? Was he watching me? Had he seen Greg
come up from the field and introduce himself, I wondered. I pretended not to
see him, but surreptitiously continued to watch him through the corner of my
eye.
    He looked jealous. I felt thrilled.
    It would serve the bastard right. He wasn't the only
fish in the pond. Maybe Greg didn't elicit the same sexual charge that I had
felt immediately with Luke, but that didn't mean anything, did it? After all,
Greg could get some checks on my ideal man list. He was handsome, and he played
sports, and while I had yet to find out whether he had any tattoos or whether
he was great in bed or rich, I did kind of have a feeling that like Luke, he
was an alpha male. After all, weren't most guys who played contact sports alpha
males? Rugby certainly required strength and stamina, which could probably
equate to some positive points in the sex department. However, I wasn't in any
rush to explore that aspect, especially not since I was still smarting from my
relatively recent episode with Luke.
    Throughout the remainder of the game, I pretended not
to notice Luke and his