Manc has a job, that means Brooklyn in t-minus "I need a job"...can't wait.
So here's something that's odd, and really a dilemma for me. When I play hockey typically I forget who people are, namewise. Even people I've been playing with for years just become a number or a helmet colour. It's this odd sort of thing that keeps my mind free, or something, but it has lead to an interesting problem.
Whilst playing a team that is clearly modelled after the Boston Bruins a player was jostling for the puck and fell into me. I was focussed on the play, and barely paid attention to the strangely high voice that said, "Oh! Sorry!" This is fairly normal in this sort of league, where contact is minimal and no one wants to get hurt. Then I realized why the voice was strangely high. The man that fell on me wasn't. It was a girl, or a woman, I should say. This is not an unusual occurance in this league. A female psych professor from Fairfield U is on my team, and there is one female player in particular that is the dirtiest player in the entire league. She's the kind of player that takes advantage of stereotypes, playing the damsel in distress if she ever gets taken down.
Anyway, this woman was something different. She looked like a woman...she wasn't hard or mean looking, and she had short hair, short brownish hair. She also has a nice smooth face, cute whilst behind a cage (the cage protects your face in a hockey helmet). I played her team then, and forgot her.
Tonight I played against her team again, and I must say she is a funny distraction. A woman who I am aesthetically interested in skating towards me with the intention of scoring a goal. Thankfully she has a weak shot, otherwise this whole thing could get ugly. The trouble is that, for my money, she's totally inaccessible. Think of it this way: when she's not skating towards me with evil intentions she's on her bench. At the end of the game was shake hands and then retire to our locker rooms. Then we leave. Being a goalie it takes a bit to get out of that gear, and by then she's most likely long gone.
Anyway, if I ever got a hold of her, it'd kind of be like sleeping with the enemy. Ha.
The other thing is that I have no clue to whether she's married, gay, straight, or anything. Hell, I only know that she's tallish (but everyone is in skates), wears a dark helmet (i think), has short hair, a weak shot, looks good in yellow, and wears the number 28.
Someday I'll say, "dinner?", instead of "good game"
Then most likely realize that it was a dude.
That's my luck. Though we'll see.
-ccmas
So here's something that's odd, and really a dilemma for me. When I play hockey typically I forget who people are, namewise. Even people I've been playing with for years just become a number or a helmet colour. It's this odd sort of thing that keeps my mind free, or something, but it has lead to an interesting problem.
Whilst playing a team that is clearly modelled after the Boston Bruins a player was jostling for the puck and fell into me. I was focussed on the play, and barely paid attention to the strangely high voice that said, "Oh! Sorry!" This is fairly normal in this sort of league, where contact is minimal and no one wants to get hurt. Then I realized why the voice was strangely high. The man that fell on me wasn't. It was a girl, or a woman, I should say. This is not an unusual occurance in this league. A female psych professor from Fairfield U is on my team, and there is one female player in particular that is the dirtiest player in the entire league. She's the kind of player that takes advantage of stereotypes, playing the damsel in distress if she ever gets taken down.
Anyway, this woman was something different. She looked like a woman...she wasn't hard or mean looking, and she had short hair, short brownish hair. She also has a nice smooth face, cute whilst behind a cage (the cage protects your face in a hockey helmet). I played her team then, and forgot her.
Tonight I played against her team again, and I must say she is a funny distraction. A woman who I am aesthetically interested in skating towards me with the intention of scoring a goal. Thankfully she has a weak shot, otherwise this whole thing could get ugly. The trouble is that, for my money, she's totally inaccessible. Think of it this way: when she's not skating towards me with evil intentions she's on her bench. At the end of the game was shake hands and then retire to our locker rooms. Then we leave. Being a goalie it takes a bit to get out of that gear, and by then she's most likely long gone.
Anyway, if I ever got a hold of her, it'd kind of be like sleeping with the enemy. Ha.
The other thing is that I have no clue to whether she's married, gay, straight, or anything. Hell, I only know that she's tallish (but everyone is in skates), wears a dark helmet (i think), has short hair, a weak shot, looks good in yellow, and wears the number 28.
Someday I'll say, "dinner?", instead of "good game"
Then most likely realize that it was a dude.
That's my luck. Though we'll see.
-ccmas
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