Miami Hoops
The time I picked up an NBA superstar while looking like a swamp thing in a hair salon…
And if you know me, this is one hundred percent on-brand for Becca Montgomery.
You see, I’m starting a new job on Monday at a sports TV network, and I was treating myself to a way too expensive cut at one of Miami’s chicest hair salons in preparation when he walked in.
By he, I mean, a tall, inked, European, and breathtakingly hot NBA superstar named Antoni Nowak.
And Antoni happens to be interested in me—despite seeing me in that awful salon lighting, with wet hair, and draped in a smock.
Me. I refuse to believe him at first. I’m not a model. I babble. I’m neurotic. The cherry on my unusual sundae is I’m a hypochondriac, too.
Antoni isn’t deterred. Rather, he’s even more intrigued when I fly my weird flag at full staff.
But when I go viral
due to a most humiliating situation, I wonder how long it will be until Antoni realizes this is who I truly am and the novelty of dating me wears off. I’ve already fallen for this basketball star, for the man he is outside of dribbling a ball. And the idea of him dumping me breaks my heart.
Add in a coworker who feels I’m not just unworthy of a man like Antoni, but also an embarrassment to the network, and I suddenly find myself not only questioning my relationship, but my career, too.
If this were a game of basketball, I’m about to make a pressured shot from the three-point line to win the game. Will it be an air ball? Or will I find confidence in myself to sink the winning shot and keep not only Antoni but my job by the final buzzer?
And if you know me, this is one hundred percent on-brand for Becca Montgomery.
You see, I’m starting a new job on Monday at a sports TV network, and I was treating myself to a way too expensive cut at one of Miami’s chicest hair salons in preparation when he walked in.
By he, I mean, a tall, inked, European, and breathtakingly hot NBA superstar named Antoni Nowak.
And Antoni happens to be interested in me—despite seeing me in that awful salon lighting, with wet hair, and draped in a smock.
Me. I refuse to believe him at first. I’m not a model. I babble. I’m neurotic. The cherry on my unusual sundae is I’m a hypochondriac, too.
Antoni isn’t deterred. Rather, he’s even more intrigued when I fly my weird flag at full staff.
But when I go viral
due to a most humiliating situation, I wonder how long it will be until Antoni realizes this is who I truly am and the novelty of dating me wears off. I’ve already fallen for this basketball star, for the man he is outside of dribbling a ball. And the idea of him dumping me breaks my heart.
Add in a coworker who feels I’m not just unworthy of a man like Antoni, but also an embarrassment to the network, and I suddenly find myself not only questioning my relationship, but my career, too.
If this were a game of basketball, I’m about to make a pressured shot from the three-point line to win the game. Will it be an air ball? Or will I find confidence in myself to sink the winning shot and keep not only Antoni but my job by the final buzzer?