10 Days 'Til Xmas

Body Checking, Icing, Cherry Picking!  - Dating Attempt #6

I'm pretty sure, my friends, that you will be happy about my date with J.L.  It was a dating fiasco, and apart from our business arrangement to attend the Foundation Gala together, I have learned that there is nothing to rekindle.  He saw me for the woman I have become and I saw him for the selfish, self-centered boy he remained.

At the end of the night, he had asked me for a second date.  I told him I would see him next week for the gala.

I'll try to think more kindly of J.L and hope that his grope in the taxicab was just a misplaced hand, and that his suggestion of my making an omelet for him the following morning was just a joke reminiscent to his freshman year at Long Island Community College.  

Let me begin at the beginning.  I'll give J.L the benefit of the doubt that tonight's date began with a simple misunderstanding.  Well, he implied and I inferred and that was the beginning of my nightmare at Madison Square Garden.  Although, I have to say I looked pretty darned good for a girl who doesn't do glamour very well.  Jane's dress, my Chanel Russian Red lipstick and new Louboutins, which set me back $800, painted quite the picture.  He implied, a special date.  I read into it to mean "A Christmas Story" at the MSG Theater.  He took me instead to a hockey game! Yes, I was disappointed. 

Chilled to the bone at rink side seats, there was a significant amount of icing.  The girls, showing their share of enticement, resulted in more than enough body checking, and a surprise act of kindness caused me to do a little bit of cherry picking as a power play unfolded between Mr. December and J.L.  All suitable hockey terms from what I experienced.

J.L, as usual, bloviated to me about his success and his earnings.  I could live with that, after all, such were the men I'd been dating over the last few years, but truth be told, from J.L, I wanted and expected more and hoped he had finally matured.   You see, although checkered and not always happy, J.L and I have a history that goes back to the fourth grade.  It made me feel bad when never once did he ask about BADCo or my interests.  Even conversation about kickboxing would have been nice, anything - books, music, theater.  He made me feel as insignificant as my mother always does.  I became aware that I was nothing more than arm candy last night.  For the first time in my life, I became someone's arm candy and as flattering as that felt for a girl like me, it felt empty at the end of the night.  

Somewhere between our arrival at Madison Square Garden and the second period of the game - delivered with the final coup de grace of his yelling that the NY Rangers' goaltender was an "inert pile of crap," I was pretty much done for the evening.  

I can't ignore The Black Widow who acknowledges that J.L only wants a playmate to keep him company while he is back in town.  Perhaps, he thinks his Honeybee will buzz again and pollinate his world with her honey.   

There was more to the evening, and this I find most intriguing.  I have to admit, Mr. December really hasn't been too far from my thoughts these days, and as is our usual fashion, he was there at the game.  No, I didn't actually get to see him, but he must have been sitting within view of me because he knew I was freezing my butt off.  At some point using my coat as a blanket because it seemed more useful than wearing it, and besides, John kept talking me out of it, telling me how beautiful I looked - compliments that only Char and you have expressed.   J.L's good at that and in many ways I'm still susceptible to his influence - a bad thing, I know.  

Anyway,  Mr. Generous Hot Bod sent me an incredibly warm and thoughtful gift from the Ranger store - a RED fleece jacket!  He remembered that I like red, having previously complimented my pencil skirt at the photoshoot.  His note said "he cared."  Apparently more than the man sitting beside me, right?  A man I have only known for under two weeks, noticed I was cold and took care of me, remembered I liked red, and already is taking an interest in my kickboxing.  I can't help but to scratch my head and wonder, what's next with this guy?  He surprises me time and again.  Let's see what happens on our date.  Mr. December has promised it to be memorable.  I venture to guess he meant in comparison to the one I was on last night.  Now ... if I can just figure out how he knew I call him 'Mr. December'... 

I'm writing this with small letters, because I'm terrified to admit that Mr. Gorgeous Blue eyes just checked off another three points from my criteria.
  
Here's a happy, optimistic little song from Coca-Cola.  I'm sharing it because I am inspired by the thoughtfulness of one very hot, very sexy fireman.  "Wonderful Dream." 

Song Link to YouTube: Coca-Cola® Christmas Song by "Melanie Thornton - Wonderful Dream (Holidays Are Coming)" - YouTube