College Athletes-Personal Narrative

Waking up with a headache from hell, I collect my composure and grab my belongings in a hurry. I have a flight to catch and I can’t be late to the airport. Another all-star weekend in the books. This year? A low level professional basketball ball player. I know, not that impressive. My plan was to meet a superstar, but somehow ended up in this bed. He is still sleeping like a baby. Some women in my shoes would go through his belongings and look for their own payout but that’s not me. I do give him a nudge so we can say our goodbyes, letting him know I had fun and giving him my number. I’m really disappointed I didn’t get to talk to a superstar. After too many drinks, I settled for him. Not bad though, he was young, with a nice body and sexy tattoos. Maybe we could really get to know each other more, that’s if he calls, but I doubt he will. He got what …show more content…
I have dated ballers, a lot of them in fact. I have done things most women envy, all my life I have dated the sexiest athletes in the world. Just no marriage up to this point. My most notable relationship you might have heard of, I dated the Denver Running Back Lewis Banks. It lasted a year, I was young and so was he, I loved Lewis and I thought he felt the same. That was until the day we got into a fight and I ended up with a bruised eye. He told me to stay in the house for two weeks so no one could see what happened. I listened to him that was until he left more marks on my neck, then my cheek. You get the picture. Lewis had real anger problems and I was just there to be his trophy and eye candy. I didn’t mind the life of being by a man’s side, but the abuse I couldn’t deal with, and after all the shit I went through with him, he was the one that broke it off with me. Go figure. Eventually I had to pick up the pieces of my life and start over. Overnight it seems I went from riches to rags all over again. Looking for my next baller