Today, I woke up late, twelvish I think. I don’t remember much about how I got home,
or when or how I got to bed. All I know
is that the bed clothes are soaked with my sweat. Is it hot out? I don’t know or care.
When I finally get up the energy to move, I look at
my right hand. It’s twitching. Why?
What did I do last night? I might
be having a big memory lapse – something like that. What I remember right now is that I wasn’t
alone. I was in a bar drinking with a
very attractive young man. Anything
else? I don’t know.
We are about the same age, I think. He told me he’s twenty-nine and I told him
I’m almost thirty. He is tall and
muscular with a medium frame and he has neck-length black hair and a trim mustache
and beard. He’s also an athlete since he
told me he plays hockey. For which team?
I don’t remember. I do remember
his name though - it’s Sidney. That’s a
nice name, somewhat unusual for a guy.
I’ve never met a ‘Sidney’ before.
He is really cute, which is good.
I hope he thinks I’m cute too.
However, that depends on the guy and what his tastes in women are. I’m the blonde-hair-and-blue-eyed variety, and
I’m kind of short with a mature figure.
Lots of guys have liked me in the past.
Did I flirt with him? Probably.
Did I kiss him while we were on the dance floor? Maybe.
I just don’t know. If he was a
nice guy and thought I was nice too, he might call me and ask me out
sometime. Did I give him my phone number
though? Did he ask me for it? I don’t know that either.
I think our conversation might have gone something
like this:
“Hi, what’s your name?" he asks.
“Carlie.”, I answer, smiling.
“Carlie what?," he asks.
“Jensen. What’s your name?” I ask him.
“Sidney…Sid for short. So, what do you do?”
“I’m a high school computer studies teacher. What about you?”
“I’m an NHL hockey player. I play for the Pittsburgh Penguins hockey
team.”
“Oh wow, a pro hockey player! That must be very exciting for you.”
“Well, it is during the Stanley Cup playoffs. Then, we get a lot of attention from our fans
and the media. And, I get to talk to
reporters on camera once in a while.
Besides, we play on the world stage during the playoffs. Who wouldn’t want to do that during their hockey
career?”
“Yeah, I’ve been on TV a couple of times as I recall,
and I’ve performed in front of many audiences:
singing karaoke songs, dancing, and doing gymnastics. But, you know, I really like hockey. I’ve liked it since I was a kid. However, I haven’t watched any NHL hockey on
TV for quite a while.”
“Well, it is definitely worth watching, I’m sure,
especially if you’re a fan of one of the teams playing. So, which team or teams are you a fan of?” he
asks.
“Usually, the Toronto Maple Leafs, but I also
support two other Canadian-based teams: the
Ottawa Senators and the Edmonton Oilers. These three teams were the only ones
who made the playoffs at all this year.” I reply.
“Well, we are beating the Ottawa Senators in Round 2
and will go on to play the Anaheim Ducks in Round 3. Unless we screw up, that is, it looks like
we’ll beat the Senators.” he replies.
“I know that Pittsburgh is a good team and could
beat probably ninety-five percent of the other NHL teams. I hope that you succeed in the Cup final, if
you make it that far.” I reply.
“Thanks, and I hope you enjoy your teaching career.”
he replies.
“I do. In
fact, I used to be a Physical & Health Education teacher and loved it. That was not a ‘job’ for me. It was something I looked forward to each and
every day. Sometimes I think I should
have trained to be a gymnastics coach instead of a PHE teacher. I would’ve loved to coach gymnastics. I’ll bet that’s the way you feel about pro
hockey.”
“Yes, I do. So,
would you like to go out with me sometime?
I think you’re very easy to talk to and we could share stories about our
individual careers and see how much we have in common.” he says, aiming his killer
smile at me.
“I would love to go out with you, Sidney. I think we might have something in common too
and I would like to explore that some more.” I reply. “Actually, Sid, there’s one thing I have to
ask you about first though. Do you have
any particular obligations that could impact our dating each other? A wife, child, girlfriend, someone like that?
I hate to make an issue of this, but I’ve been stung a few times by guys who
weren’t honest with me about their relationships before we went out.”
“If what you want is honesty, you’ve got it. I had a girlfriend, but I have no wife or
child in my life. So, if you still want
to go out with me, I want to go out with you too. In fact, I’m looking forward to getting to
know you.” he says.
In my opinion, Sidney is absolutely perfect – “a
male thing of beauty”. He's wearing a
black, satin, long-sleeved shirt, black dress pants and black leather shoes. Everything he is wearing complements his dark hair
and attractive facial features.
For my part, I'm wearing a pair of nice-fitting blue
jeans, a light-blue sleeveless silk blouse, a pair of silver hoop earrings, and
black high-heeled shoes. I look about as
good as I’ve ever looked when I’m out for the evening. I feel very confident in this outfit while
talking to Sidney.
That evening, I remember vaguely that I was watching
a Stanley Cup playoff game on one of the bar’s TVs. Between which two teams? I don’t remember the teams’ names; just that
it was Game 6 of that series. And, a
loss to one of those teams would mean elimination from the playoffs in Round 2. Do I really care about this particular series? No.
After a while, I realize that it’s all just a
dream. Not the drinking part because I’m
sure I was drinking in a bar with an attractive man, but the part about meeting
Sidney and planning to go out on a date with him. Why though?
Don’t I deserve to go out with an NHL hockey player who’s world
famous? Maybe. Still, I’d love to go out with him. I must have been drinking a lot or I’d
remember more about our conversation.
When I was a kid, I just loved “Hockey Night in
Canada” every Saturday night, either on TV or the radio. The Internet wasn’t popular then – there was
no such thing. The term “streaming” was
unheard of. It probably meant fishing in
a stream somewhere. Those were the times
when I watched a lot of NHL hockey on TV.
But then, for several years, I hardly watched any. I always loved sports though. That was probably because of hockey. I still love the game though even if I don’t
watch it very often.
In the last few years, my love for hockey – the TV
variety, that is – has revived, however.
But, I grew to also love watching live hockey in a local arena. My son played as a defenceman for eight years
and my grandson has played as a forward for the last few years. It’s been a lot of fun watching them both playing
even if I sometimes had to get up very early to watch their games. I didn’t mind because it was a labour of
love. It’s what you do when you’re a
parent or grandparent.
When I watch the Stanley Cup playoffs now, I want to
get to know some of the top players, especially of my favourite teams. This year, I developed a curious fascination
for Sidney Crosby, captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins. He is reputedly the best player in the world. His player statistics back this up. Only his teammate, Evgeni Malkin, comes even close
in the points department.
My fascination with Sidney is more like a fantasy
I’d indulge in when I let my overactive imagination run wild. I imagine, specifically, that, as a young
adult woman, I could date this very talented, very attractive young pro hockey
player. In my fantasy, I am in my
mid-twenties to mid-thirties; otherwise, the fantasy doesn’t work. And, he is just as attracted to me as I am to
him – that is a given. Such flights of
fancy are mostly of the off-the-wall type, but it’s nevertheless fun to embark
on them once in a while.
What kind of date would Sidney and I go on? He has lots of friends, both male and female,
so we’d go to a party at his friend, Marc-Andre’s place. Marc-Andre Fleury is the Pittsburgh Penguins’
backup goalie. But, in these playoffs,
he is the primary for now because Matt Murray, the Penguins’ No, 1 goalie, is
on the disabled list due to an injury.
I've since discovered that Sidney and Marc-Andre are good friends as well
as teammates. It’s a mutual admiration
society with those two. Marc-Andre has
proven he's very capable during these playoffs and, as the Penguins captain, Sidney
appreciates that very much.
He and Sidney are the main reasons the Pittsburgh
Penguins are still in the running for the Stanley Cup in Round 2 against the
Ottawa Senators. Tonight is the night we
find out whether the Penguins are alive or dead in Game 6 against the Senators. Later on, I found out that the Penguins are
dead for now. Only the outcome of Game 7
will determine who is dead forever in this series. Ottawa refuses to capitulate easily.
While we are talking at Marc-Andre’s place, some
more of his hockey buddies come in, probably to find out who I am. Buddies like Jake Guentzel and Evgeni “Geno”
Malkin and some of the others like Conor Sheary and Phil Kessel. I’m glad to meet all of them. They’re really nice to me. I hope they like me. After all, I’m a people person – someone
who’s hard to resist. They seem to like
me, anyway. I wish I could remember all
of their names, but I have a memory like a sieve these days.
My main memory of our date is about Sidney: his dark-haired good looks, sexy kissable
mouth, trim dark mustache and beard.
And, wow! Does he smell
good! Slightly musky and spicy, his
smell reminds me of fresh-baked cinnamon apple pie, right out of the oven. Good enough to eat.
I don’t know whether I’m just dreaming of our date
or if it’s real. After all, Sidney has a
lot to do to prepare, both mentally and physically, for Game 7 against Ottawa,
coming up shortly. All I do know is that
I really want him to kiss me, softly yet passionately, while we’re slow-dancing
on the dance floor. And, that searing
kiss will have to last me a lifetime because I’m not at all sure what will
follow.
Yes, I’ve been told that I’m attractive to the
opposite sex with my short, dark-blonde hair, clear blue-green eyes and full
figure. (I have my mother to thank for
that!) I am all woman – white,
Canadian-born, like he is, twenty-nine years old, with a clear, clean
complexion, and, best of all, I look sexy in my makeup. If Sidney likes what he sees, and I think he
does, he could very well ask me out again.
And, I will jump at the chance to get to know him and his body! Does that make me obsessed? I hope not; I’m not a groupie. I hate terms like that and I don’t want to be
anything like that. I am just me. Take me or leave me just as I am.
I am honest and forthright. My main problem is that I sometimes drink too
much, get drunk, and suffer the occasional alcoholic blackout. But, for the right guy in my life, I’ll
gladly give up booze for good and attend AA meetings for the rest of my life. Just try getting away from me, Sidney. You won’t get far if I have anything to say
about it. You are one cute and sexy guy;
you seem to be nice; and, your hockey talent is legendary. How can I go wrong choosing you for myself? Now that is a dream worth having.
copyright 2017 - Anne Shier
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