Has the Olympic Flame really sent sparks flying…?
I have met someone. (For the record, this is not a statement that I am used to writing.)
I have just finished working as a volunteer at the London 2012 Olympics. And, met him there.
I was based at the Aquatics Centre and had just finished my shift. It was a Friday afternoon, the sun was out, there were a lot of people milling about. Naturally, I decided I wanted to have a McFlurry.
I wandered over to McDonald’s, got my McFlurry and then noticed a man dressed in an outfit that was not dissimilar to mine – except it was in turquoise instead of the usual red/ purple combination. We started talking and I discovered that he was a judge for the athletics (hence the different colours) and that he lives in Cardiff.
We continued chatting – the judge and I – and eventually decided to swap numbers. He went on his way and I continued on mine.
Over the weekend, we texted and flirted with each other: eventually arranging to go for a drink on the Sunday night after we had both finished our shifts. It was to be at this drink that we shared a hug for the first time. I knew that I liked this man.
It was my day off on the Monday, so I came into the Olympic Park and met up with him again. We went for a coffee and then had a wander around the shops before spending a few hours in the sun together. I happened to mention to him that I was going out for dinner that night with my mum and he suggested I take his Gourmet Dining Card – that way we’d get a discount. So considerate and thoughtful – I couldn’t believe it!!
The next morning I had a shift starting at 6.30am and it was my athletic judge’s day off. Yet, at 5.45am when I came out of the station, he was patiently waiting for me – surprising me with a coffee. We meandered our way to the Aquatics Centre before I had to leave him to go and start my shift. This Olympic Romance was beating a strong pathway to my heart after only a few days!!
I saw him several more times that week and each time it became more and more difficult to keep my hands off of him. He was sharing a hotel room with another official. This meant that my over-sexed thoughts were trying to take control of my loins and hands – this was not allowed nor was it possible. This situation was proving difficult for me. I like the touch of a man and normally show little restraint. I was playing with alien territory…
Maybe that is where I am going wrong?! Maybe this is why things are going so well?! Maybe all relationships should start with a friendship before any physical interaction begins?! It certainly worked for Monica and Chandler (‘Friends’)…
On the day of the Closing Ceremony, we met up. He told me that he had got me something and produced a Team GB bracelet. He had one too. I put my bracelet on and we agreed that we would try to make our situation work. We knew we were both coming back for the Paralympics, and so we suggested that the two-week break in between would be our version of a Test Event. If we could cope with being separated for two weeks and it still be normal when we see each other again for the Paralympics, then we would have a go at having a long-distance relationship.
Brighton to Cardiff isn’t so bad. But, before I start planning future trips, I need to get through the rest of my Test Event. Text messages, emails and phone calls are good; but, the killer is looking at my bracelet and genuinely missing him. This ‘waiting game’ is hard, but the final results that come from it could be so much more satisfying.
Did the Olympic Torch light more than the Cauldron of Fire…? Has my own romantic life been rekindled as a result…? Has the Olympic Flame really sent sparks flying…?