Dating athlete problems
A few months ago, as I sat alone in a three-bedroom apartment in Cantù, Italy, a small town outside of Milan, I scrolled through my Instagram requests. A young girl, who looked about 14 years old, requested to follow me.I often get requests from teenage girls because, let's be honest, those are the only people who still watch reruns on MTV and come across the almost decade old episode featuring my 16th birthday party.Being alone is something that I became accustomed to when my husband began his first season playing professional basketball overseas a year and a half ago.
We got to Japan in November, and although we really like it here, we've been counting down to our return home since our arrival.
Usually, I approve as long as the page doesn't look creepy and go about my business, but as I read the young lady's bio, I stopped.
It read: this school, that city, emoji, emoji, whoever's bestie, "future basketball wifey." When I read the last three words months ago, I couldn't help but wonder who in their right mind would purposely seek out this lifestyle and as I think about it now, I wonder the same thing.
I was also alone when he simply didn't feel like talking because he was stressed about his limited playing time or about a bad game.
Even when people surrounded me, I was alone because of the language barrier.