Olympics Romance

By "Liz Dawson"

Gwennyth was working as a caterer for the olympic's in Sydney. She was a very busy career woman and did not have time. She had been rostered on for the swmming complex and was busy cooking food.

She saw a handsome young swimmer and his name was Sven from Sweden. He was the only swimmer who wore speedos when all the other ones wore neck high togs. Gwennyth thought to herself "Oh, it has been so long since I have felt the touch of a man! If only I could feel the touch of a man!"

Cassandra, one of the other catering girls said to her "Why are you looking at Sven? Don't you know he is gay!" Gwynneth felt a lump swelling up in her throat. Her one hope was gone.

That afternoon Gwennyth was cooking the food for dinner. The Swedish swimming coach came up and said to her "Hello I have a special request from one of our team members. Does anyone know how to make Swedish meatballs?" Cassandra said to him "I'm sorry but we only cook what is on the menu!!!" but Gwennyth said "Acutally I know how to cook Swedish Meatballs" and the coach said "You must cook some! It is very important!!!"

So Gwennyth cooked up some Swedish Meatballs and she made sure that they were the best she had ever cooked. They were served to the Swedish swimming team but no one said anything to her. Not even thank you!

That evening it was the final of the men's 100 metres race. Sven was up against tough competition from the Australian and American swimmers. The beep went off and they started swimming. The Amerucan and the Austrlian were in the lead. Sven was close. Even though Gwennyth's heart had been broken she managed to whisper "Come on, Sven!" Then, as if he had heard her, he began to swim faster and faster and overtook the other two and won the race!

Gwennyth felt tears come to her eyes! She was so happy for him! But she felt a lump come to her throat as she saw a man with a goatee beard go up and hug Sven. She turned tearfully to walk away when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find the swimming coach and Sven there.

"Excuse me, are you the person who cooked the Swedish Meatballs?" the coach asked her. "Ye-yes" Gwennyth stammered. "Sven would like to thank you for them! Be believes they helped him wim his gold medal!"

"Yes, the meat balls I ate were most delicious. I felt strong and invigorated from them! How can I ever repay you? Ah, I know, allow me to take you out to dinner!" Sven said.

Gwennyth could hardly believe what was happening. Sven, the gold medal winner, was asking her out to dinner! "But, but what about him, the man with the goastee? I thought you were..." "Gay? That was a rumour started by another team in an attempt to unnerve me before the race. That man with the goatee beard you saw me embracing after the race was my team mate Ivan who pulled a muscle last night and could not compete."

So they went out to the restaurant in the Sydney Opera House and dined on oysters and caviar and rich chocolate ice cream and Sven said to Gwennyth "You know, of all the women I have met in Australia, you are by far the most beautiful." Then they went back to the Oylmpic village and made love under the light of the Olympic flame.

Afterwards they lay together and Sven said "There is one thing missing from my life and it is a woman I can love. Gwennyth, will you marry me?" and Gwennyth said, "Yes, I will" and then the next day Sven won the 200 meters race and on the podium as he got his second gold medal he said "This is dedicated to the woman I love and her name is Gwennyyth"