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| I guess I have to get some World Cup soup down my throat. The aroma will be everywhere anyway so I might as well put on a bib and prepare myself to take a sip. [PHOTO: FILE] |
During the World Cup in 2006, I was a young and restless recently-recruited employee of a magazine publisher. Though I was eager to see the world and experience everything like a toddler with a sugar rush, I was single and reluctant to mingle.
That was until my former employer, True Love magazine announced an event dubbed World Cup Widows. It is a party I will never forget as long as I live. What a way to click the 'ignore' button instead of languishing in the misery of being the only one in town who did not see what all the fuss about the World Cup was.