BLIND DATE- MARTIN ODEGAARD
Synopsis: Where Yn was about to give up on her failed love life until she finds herself in one arranged meeting with none other than Arsenal captain Martin Ødegaard.
Author's notes: This is my first series on tumblr, so I'm really looking forward to it. I really hope you like it.
Category:Cute,blind date,college.
Warnings: None
“I will not do it again, never come”
“Please, this time it will work, I swear”
I was laughing and I couldn't believe that once again Ragmor was convincing me to have a blind date again! Damned time I went to tell her about the disaster that is my love life.
I arrived in London three months ago to study and in college I made friends with the nicest person I know, simply Ragmor Honneker, a Norwegian woman who became my salvation in this unknown country. But I made the mistake of telling her about my life loving.
Well, my love life is like the ozone layer, I don't see it, but I know it's ending.
It's been two years since I had a relationship with anyone and that was the result of a painful disappointment in love that ended my desire to date again. However, since she found out about this she decided, without my consent, that she would get me a boyfriend. And this joke gave me three failed dates with guys who had nothing to do with me and I had to find a way to dismiss them, something I didn't know how to do until then, but now I know better.
“Seriously, now go. You will love him”
Ragmor said as I downed my second can of beer of the night.
"No way"
Ragmor gets up and sits next to me looking at me.
“He's perfect for you, he's handsome, smart, polite, gentlemanly and kind. You match a lot, I swear”
"Oh yes? funny that you said that about the last three guys and they were all weird and dodgy.”
“I swear that if this one goes wrong, I will never say anything about a blind date again”
Ragmor proposes
Okay, that proposal was good. That's all I wanted, Ragmor stopping making my life hell with his absurd boyfriend stuff. Done!
She held up her little finger and I squeezed it with mine. Promise made, it was the only way for her to stop this nonsense.
"Okay, then I'll talk to him and I'll tell you his answer later."
"I wish he was punctual because the guy last time had me waiting for almost an hour on Primrose Hill with everyone thinking I had been dumped"
"Don't worry, he'll be there on time"
“And how am I supposed to know who she is?”
“Because I'm going to tell you exactly how she's going to be dressed and I'm going to tell her how you're going to be dressed too, there's no mistake”
Martin was trying to figure out how this blind date proposal that his childhood friend Ragmor was explaining would work, because he had literally never had one. In fact, Martin Odeegard's love life also felt like an ozone layer just like Yn's. He had a teenage relationship that ended too quickly because he started his professional football career and it got harder and harder to see his girlfriend. And since then, things have only gotten more and more complicated. Martin even tried a few times, but without success, because, according to them, he was in love with football and not them.
“ok, but did you tell her about my job?”
“no, because she would never accept it, she is very reserved”
"So fucked up because as soon as I tell her, she's going to get up and leave"
“you just explain it right without scaring her too much, Martin”
“How do I explain to a girl who is anonymous and private that I am a football player and captain of one of the most famous teams in England without scaring her off?”
“Martin, everything will be fine, trust me.”
“Little Venice, Saturday, 7pm, oh and you need to tell me what you are going to wear”
“Wait, isn't Little Venice that canal with those little boats?”
"Yes, that's him"
“Fucking hell I'm going. This guy wants to take me to a place that has almost no one and it's still night? He must be a pervert for sure.”
“Yn, he's not a pervert, he's just a person who prefers a quieter place than a pub in the middle of this noisy London.
"If something happens to me, it's your fault"
“I swear nothing will go wrong, you will understand everything later”
“Understand what, Ragmor?”
She blushed, which she naturally did because she was Scandinavian and we were sitting on the porch on a beautiful sunny day, but knowing Ragmor well that only meant one thing: she was hiding something and that looked like trouble. And the big ones.
“Um, when I say understand, I mean you will know why he is reserved because you will talk”
"This doesn't smell good, Ragmor, expla-"
I'm interrupted by her opening a notification on her phone.
"Look, he sent me a message telling me what he's going to wear"
“And how is this nymphomaniac doing?”
"He will wear a casual white shirt and black pants"
Basic just the way I like it. Oh shit what am I thinking. I don't even know who he is
"But what if there's more than one guy like that? You're not going to give me any clues as to what he's like?"
"He is blond"
Wow, what a great help Ragmor.
"Ragmor, 80% of Norway is made up of blondes, so it doesn't count"
"I'm sorry, if not, it won't be funny. But what I can tell you is that he's very cute and feel flattered because he doesn't have a better match"
I roll my eyes at her. But I confess that the butterflies in my stomach were already prevailing in me. Was I looking forward to meeting a guy whose name I don't even know his face? It can only be the need that is affecting my brain.
"And you? What are you going to wear? You have to look really pretty"
"I think I'll go with a basic black dress that I have"
"That "basic" one with the plunging back? Yn, are you mean to him by any chance?"
She starts laughing out loud mocking me. And no, I wasn't wearing that dress with any other intentions (I am), it's just that I want to make a good impression. Maybe Ragmor is telling the truth and he's the whole party.
"I'm not mean to anyone, we're just going to talk"
"Ahem, I know. I'm going, I have to stop by the lab. I'll call you tomorrow, ok? Bye!"
"Goodbye"
I laid down on my bed and all I could think about was the unknown guy. How could that be him? Is it if he smells? What does he do for a living? Of two things I was sure. The first: I wouldn't sleep well that anxious night. The second: I was probably going crazy accepting to go out with a complete stranger.
But that I will only find out tomorrow
To be continued...
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