| 7.19.2008 |
| Remember Red #17?... haha, well... |
Okay, I just got back from my second hockey class. The same people were still there from last time. Including Red #17. I was actually really looking forward to it, to seeing him again so when I saw him watching me playing pick-up on the other rink I was stoked. But when I got off the rink to actually go talk to him he was already gone, back to the other rink. I pulled Christina off the pick-up ice and we went to the other ice for class.
We warmed up and really soon after me and Red made eye contact again. It was exactly the same as last week, he was in our line and every time he passed me he would look at me... not any of the other girls there, or any of the other guys, all his focus was on me and Christina. And it wasn't just like he skated by and looked at everyone, he kept his eyes on us.
Oh, by the way, I didn't mention that one of Christina's friends, Will, whose wife is almost about to have their baby, he helped me out on the ice during pick-up and a Dutch guy was giving me tips too...
Anyway... so after we changed, we wanted to watch the mini-mites game because they were just so cute and adorable. We decided we were going to take the goalie home with us but there was simply no more room in the car with all our gear AND the little goalie. I realized then that the guy that I wasn't sure was Red that was hanging out watching was the same guy (it's hard to recognize people when they aren't in their gear compared to when they are). I had put on my red Kings (Center Ice) jersey and me and Christina were just watching the game and I kept looking over at Red and it was still the same... looking and smiling. Then when I had my back turned to him, he came over and touched my arm.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him and turned to face him. He said a few things but his accent was so heavy I couldn't understand him. Then he told me I was wearing his colors and that my face was as red as my shirt. I covered my face and Christina was cracking up. Once it paled out again, I could tell I had the look and I couldn't hide it. He told me he was from Italy, from Florence, and that he wanted to say bye to us because he was going to be going up to Monterey and then San Francisco and then back to Italy. He was friends with Chris, our coach, and this was basically his last day. I first noticed his beautiful green eyes, then I found out he was Italian (authentic dude! Yeah!), and then to hear him tell us he was sorry is had bad English because of his accent (me and Christina were both think 'I really don't mind the accent... accents are adorable') and then he wanted to tell us bye. I could have just fallen into his arms then. I didn't see him say bye to anyone else, not other guys, no other girls (or ladies rather, me and Christina are the youngest girls out there by 15 years easy). I couldn't believe what was happening.
But then I felt really sad because he wasn't going to be back. He said he played inline hockey in Italy so coming here he tried out the ice (and he was still really good). I really didn't want him to go because he was too adorable... he was the perfect height for me... Tory's eyes (I'm a total sucker for pretty eyes)... AND HE PLAYED HOCKEY!!!! It is like a Tory and Anze hybrid!!! So I wanted him to remember me...
After he said good-bye we knew he was still gonna hang around for a while and take the dog for a walk (we thought he was crazy at first, but Chris really did bring his dog apparently). He wanted to take us out to the car to see the dog but we got distracted.
So to have him remember me, me and Christina went into the little cafe and took a napkin. We spent like 5 minutes trying to find a pen, and we are stupid because they were right under our noses on the sign up table. I wrote down my cell number and on the way out he was sitting on the bench so I handed him my number. He smiled and then tore off a piece and said he was going to give me his email. He went back inside, took a pen, and then wrote it down. He had to come over to me and read it so I could understand what he had written. We hung out a little bit longer until we had to go and then said good-bye. As we were walking away he shouted to me something like "make sure you send me an email!" because he still wanted to keep in touch with me.
I am like in la-la-land right now, I don't know where those guts came from but they came from somewhere. I can't believe that happened. I thought it was all in my head, that he wasn't really interested in us, but after this morning, I think I have changed my mind. Damn! I don't know how old he is, in his 20's, but probably mid to late 20s... he was so adorable though, I can't get over it =D |
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