"Emma, he was HOT. But you wouldn't know if a hot guy was infront of you if he hit you right smack dab in the face.....OH WAIT, he DID hit you right in the face."

[uncontrollable laughter] I'm glad my friend found my pain amusing.

We had walked out of the building to enjoy the day to see a bunch of guys throwing a football around the parking lot. My friend and I sat on a bench mumbling on how they were gonna smash a car window in.

"Fuckers better not hit my car." Was the only thing that came to mind when BAM!

The football hit me on the side of my face. My eyeglasses fell to the ground. I heard buzzing in my ear, and while clutching the left side of my face, I grabbed the football.

"Are you fucking serious?" I moaned.

The bastard who 'accidentally' threw the ball in my direction turned out to be the hottie who I've nicknamed, Jeep Liberty Guy. I see him around a lot, apparently he's a big Patriot's fan. He kept asking me if I was okay to which I replied still clutching my face, "Does it look like I'm okay? You're not getting your friggen football back."

"Let me see."

I peeled my hand off my face.

"You're a little red."

"Yeah from humiliation. Dude. This better not leave a mark."

All I could think of was my date. Jeep Liberty Guy tried to touch the area, I pushed his hand away and said, "Your hands are dirty." He smiled and introduced himself. He had pretty eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes.

"Come on back to my office, let's put ice on that. Are your glasses alright? I'll replace them."

"Thanks but no thanks, and you're still not getting your football back."

"That's fine. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't, but you can address me as "pissed off Asian woman.'

I walked away with one hand still on my face and the other clutching the football.

"We hope you're okay," the rest of the guys yelled.

I wanted to respond by flipping the bird but both my hands were occupied.

I've been icing the area up, it's still a little tender. I'm just glad the letters NFL aren't embossed on my face.