NatashaI was able to barely salvage the summer. My car is still in the shop. As I suspected, the passenger side front fender and door both needed to be completely replaced. So the search for parts begins. Once they are found, the whole car will need to be repainted as it could never match up correctly due to both color matching and the thermochromatics. To top it off, the driver who hit me is refusing to pay what the insurance won't cover and unless we come to an agreement soon, the whole mess is going to wind up in small claims court. I'm confident I’d win the case, but the time it takes to do that only puts me more and more behind on actually getting to enjoy my ride and that is what's making me so angry about the whole situation. Needless to say, it's going to be at least next summer until I can enjoy my baby again. I was able to get in some decent hikes and camping and now that school is back in session, it's time to concentrate on the fall reading festival. Summer reading g
Alex As much as this summer has not been what I expected, I can't complain. I was able to get a deck built onto my backyard and even had a couple barbecues with the team and their families over. I went and spent some time in Denali both hiking and rafting, something I've been wanting to try for quite awhile. It was a little trickier getting booked as a single, something I wasn't expecting. Apparently, people usually raft with groups of friends or their significant others. It's not that I don't have friends. I do. I have a few good friends left from when I was a player for the Aces myself but most have families of their own now and are busy raising their kids. Some of them went on to careers-some are sports professionals, some teachers, and even one is an accountant. Most live out of state now and when we travel for games, I always get invited to family dinners and kids birthday parties. Last year, I even attended a piano recital for an ex-teammates first grandchild. As if t
Natasha Kristina and I sit in the middle of her living room with papers sprawled out around us. We have used our time wisely, choosing fall reading books that will hopefully challenge and inspire our young readers. We have a few hours left of planning and then we should be all ready. We are just starting to go over the flyers, trying out some themes that might entice some participants this year. “How about ‘fall into reading’ ‘fall into the books’ ‘don't leaf a book unread’?” Kristina asks. “Those are terrible!” I giggle as I pass her the second bottle of wine that’s already halfway gone and say, “We really should have stayed sober if we wanted to come up with a clever slogan tonight.” “Yeah, I better quit drinking or our slogan’s gonna be ‘fall over drunk’.” “Fall on my drunk ass,” I come back with. Kristina snorts, which makes us both laugh even louder and now I'm holding my stomach as my body rolls back and I roll from side to side, holding my belly. “Stop, stop, I'm gonna
“Now that Adam knows I'm drinking he’s not gonna leaf me alone tonight,” Kristina giggles as we start to gather our papers. “And what about coach? It seems like you two had a moment there.” “Ha! A moment of embarrassment,” I deadpan. I can try to set you guys up on a date if you want “Didn't you hear him? He was livid when he thought Adam had set him up to even meet me. Plus, he was with the guy when my car got hit and he’s seen all my crazy. Trust me, men run from the shit I was throwing out that day. I even called him Grizzly Adams.” I bust out a laugh. “I was wondering where that comment came from,” Kristina chuckles. “They grow their hair and beard during the playoffs. Some sort of superstition I guess.” Alex Adam and I wrap up watching the tapes as I try to stay focused on hockey plays instead of the more than hot red head in the next room. She’s is gonna be the end of me. Kneeling in front of me like that I could feel my dick stir to life. Stir to a life it used to
Natasha The car ride was uneventful. After I gave him my address and he entered it into the GPS, it was pretty quiet the entire ride except for asking about the reading festival. His jaw was clenched and I noticed he’s flexing his huge thighs, alternating between the left and the right. Hmm, maybe it's something he does when he is annoyed. “I wanted to apologize for freaking out when my car was hit,” I blurt as I notice we’re getting closer to my street. “Don't worry another moment on it.” Quiet again. Okay, this is getting a little awkward. I probably should have just taken an uber I think while I find myself staring at his profile. He really is a nice looking man. I wonder why he isn't married. Maybe he is but doesnt wear a ring? Maybe he has a girlfriend? Maybe that's why he’s acting so professional? That's it. He has a girlfriend. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Of course he's taken. He's not going on and on about his health issues, so that alone makes him a catch
Alex When I woke up this morning, I decided I would casually show up to the reading festival to see how the boys are representing the team. I heard some of them complaining about ‘getting up so early on a Saturday’. You would have thought I had asked them to be there at five o’clock the way they were acting. What’s with the kids these days? When I was playing, I was always on the ice no later than six o’clock, every damn morning. Yet, when I ask them to help with a charity reading event for kids they act like missing a few hours of beauty sleep will ruin their whole weekend. Yes, I needed to go check, just to make sure they were being professional and helping enough. Yeah sure that's why. Definitely not because I want to see Natasha. That woman is cray-cray, as the kids say. Although driving her home the other night wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. She was even nice, not to mention, modest. I noticed how she wrapped her coat around her when she noticed I was staring
“Who would have thought a bunch of jocks could get my festival out of the shitter,” Natasha beams as we walk into the not-so-crowded bar. I'm not sure whether or not to be offended by her jock comment, but I do plan to find out where her dumb jock stereotype comes from. She looks gorgeous in black jeans and a tight tee-shirt that reads, “The Library: Where Shhh Happens.” Her hair is down and it flows smooth along her shoulders. We grab a table near the dart boards. I purposely chose this bar. While meeting for drinks and ‘greasy food’ was Natasha’s idea, I chose the actual meeting place. It’s my favorite spot for relaxing drinks because not only does it have a small town feel, they also have a big screen television that frequently runs games-mostly hockey. Even with the television playing a game, it's still quiet enough to be able to talk and hear your tablemates. The beer is always on point, with several local brews to choose from. “What do you like to drink? Besides wine?”
Natasha Today's laundry day and while I'd much rather be lounging on my couch, snuggled into my favorite blanket, I know if I don't get these clothes washed tonight I'll be stuck wearing whatever's left in my closet to work for the next week. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Well, let me see. I've got an old bridesmaid dress, a swimsuit, and a bunch of black yoga pants, because let's face it, I will always have plenty of black yoga pants. I talked to my dad earlier. Everything seems good, well good enough, there. He informs me that mom is having an emotional meltdown over some Hollywood actor who got caught cheating on his wife. He lets me know the weather in Washington is turning wet with winter just around the corner and asks if I have any plans to visit. I tell him that I will be sure to get down there for the holidays. My phone dings, and I gleefully run to see who is texting me happy for the distraction. Cute Coach: I can't stop thinking about you Me: Well, DuhCute