I went on a blind date with Max Yearwood for the first time.
Max had an unbelievable amount of beauty, humor, and connection with me.In addition, he had the largest dimples I've ever seen.
Just what I needed after my split.
Or so I believed.
until the day of my actual date.
As it happened, Max wasn't the person I had come to see. He was only acting that way until my actual date arrived.
It wouldn't be an understatement to say I was disappointed.
In case things didn't work out on my real date, he gave me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away before he departed.
I threw the ticket into my handbag and made an effort to appreciate the guy I was meant to meet.
However, I didn't connect with my actual blind date.
I thus made the decision to take a risk and see the game on my way home.
The seat next me was unoccupied when I got there.
Once further let down, I made the decision to go at the conclusion of the time frame.
When one of the teams scored just before the buzzer, the whole crowd erupted.
The face of a player appeared on the Jumbotron.Even though he was wearing a helmet, his grin made me freeze.
Dupes, you guessed it.
It seems that instead of inviting me to watch hockey with him, my fictitious blind date asked me to see him play.
That was the start of my journey with Max Yearwood.
He was fun, attractive, open to everything, and only around for a few months since he had signed with a new squad three thousand miles away. He was everything I needed at the moment.
Max suggested that we work on my forgetting my ex throughout the summer.It seemed like a sensible strategy. When we had a date of expiry, things could not get too severe.Correct?
You are aware of the adage of well-laid plans, however.