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Colton looked at me like he didn’t believe a single word I was saying. Like, what was so unbelievable about a woman loving football. “Colton, there is something called female football!” I said, in my defense.
He rolled his eyes. “That’s different. I’m talking of the women who actually love watching the game. That’s rare. Women would rather watch cooking shows, or romance movies or soap operas, or novellas.” I did watch all of those things, but it didn't stop me from sitting back, and enjoying a good football match.
If he wasn’t having a headache, I would have smacked him with the pillow. “I think you need a good smacking to reset your senses. People have preferences! You can’t tell me that the whole population that make up a football stadium on a match day, are all male!” My voice
