is this real life?

So this may be brief but 1. I am procrastinating a paper and 2. I have to put what just happened to me down in print so I can remember it for the rest of my life.
I spent the entire day miserably running (aka crutching) errands in order to get my sh*t together to go home sunday morning and forego finals. So between calls and meetings with my doctor, his nurses, my trainer, my dean of student life, my athletic advisor, my academic advisor, and my professors, I was completely exhausted. Plus my prescriptions had not been called in so I am now going on day 10 of no medicine after my surgery. And yes I still have my stitches in, also if you are wondering I did accidentally rip one when I fell somewhere in Tuscaloosa, AL during my journey home. Yes you can see the ripped skin and it looks good. ANYWAYS... I've been in a foul mood add in sickness and I just haven't been pleasant. So Hannah, being my dear, loving friend opted to take me to QT to cheer me up. In case you are wondering, QT stands for Quiktrip... the ABSOLUTE BEST gas station in the world. We go in, shuffle around, and get my rooster booster. Which is this delicious frozen drink that comes in like 6 forms... all of which are amazing. Instantly with one sip, my smile turns upside down. So we head to check out and then I decide that cotton candy (LEGIT blue cotton candy) is an absolute must and we grab some of that too. So Hannah's piling all of this on the counter as I attempt to help. She's paying (did I mention that I love her) as I halfway block off the rest of the customers because my crutches are just ridiculous.

"That guy is soo my type." I whisper in her ear as I turn to notice a guy who is around 6'2", big, muscular, and gorgeous.

Hannies turns to get a look at him and he shuffles his six pack of beer in his hand and *GASP* he's wearing sport shorts with an ATLANTA FALCONS LOGO ON THEM.

Okay he's perfect. Me being the person I am cannot see a Falcons fan and not say anything;
"Hey, love your shorts!" *smiley face/seductive look*

He shifts his beer to his other hand grabs the other side of his shorts and looks at if, as if he forgot what he had on... and I see the side he grabbed had a NUMBER on it.
"I was looking at the other side", I say... "I'm a big fan."

He smiles at me and gives me a smirk; "Oh, really?"

"Well my family is from there... well not from there but my parents live there... we are from cincinnati... but I root for the Falcons... can't handle the Bengals you know."
okay at this point I realize I am rambling but I was soo excited.

"Yeah, that'd be a hard team to root for, haha" ...even his laugh was cute

so at this point he is finally checking out,and I am still chit chatting to him as he gets i.d.ed, yes ladies and gentlemen, he got i.d.ed which shows you that he is totally in my age range. Anyways, there's a little bit of confusion as he tries to finish his convo with me as checking out.

Needless to say, he told me he used to be a fullback. He made a little joke about too many concussions, and said it was a good time but had to end. He smiled again and I said it was nice meeting him and I crutched away, with the realization that perfect guys like that are out there. Yes I said perfect. In what ways? On what basis do I have? Welp, Girls gotta dream. And it totally restored my dreams.

In case you are wondering the guy had on a wedding ring, but still it was a totally awesome experience, because it was my team, but in Dallas and damn was he attractive. So I turn back to my homework with a smiling face.