“Good luck.” She said with a smile. Lia meant it as well. She tended to hope people did well with their teams. She liked the Magpies from a child, and the Falcons only because of Ade, but otherwise she actually would like most teams to do well.
“I sadly don’t get to as many games as I used to, with the pub we get large crowds during the matches, people like listening to them here, those that can’t go.” She said with a shrug. As much as she’d love to go to the matches, they made a lot during them and that was sort of the point of the pub after all. “Occasionally I’ll make it, but not much.” Lia added thinking about the few times she went.
It took all of Lia’s self control not to look completely startled and confused. She wasn’t expecting to hear that he didn’t date that often, not to mention saying she didn’t seem socially retarded that it took her a good few moments to even know how to answer the question he’d just asked.
“I think you’re assuming I’d know, which I don’t.” Lia said her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “And I don’t think it’s about some magical number that means you’ve been on enough dates.” She added leaning back with more thought. “And if you friends don’t think you date enough it’s probably because they just want you to be happy and are worried that your lack of dating means you’re not as happy, or you wont have the possibility to be as happy.” It seemed logical enough but Lia didn’t go on that many dates, she couldn’t remember the last first day she’d been on so this was a topic she felt pretty useless in.