I’m not a huge hockey fan, but what I am a fan of is dimples and a sexy butt. (This is one of the primary reasons I married my husband.) I don’t follow hockey regularly. If I want to watch two people beat each other up, I’ll just watch my neighbors get into it across the street.
Plus, the hot dogs and beer are cheaper at my house.
However, as a St. Louis resident, I know I should at least be able to identify the regular players on the St. Louis Blues hockey team. It’s not so much to talk to them about hockey, but to reserve judgment if they talk to me and (1) sound hoosier and (2) are missing teeth.
One of the most dreamy of the St. Louis Blues is the assistant captain, Alex Steen. Yummy.
I feel like I should insert some lame joke here about how I wouldn’t mind melting the ice with that hottie, or make some inappropriate comment about a word that rhymes with puck.
But I’m classy, and you expect more from me out of a blog post, so I won’t stoop to that level.
Okay, maybe he didn’t see it as a date, but I did.
I talked to my husband about it, so don’t think you need to keep this dirty little secret for me (although that would be a great way to find out if he reads my blog).
The date occurred last Monday night. I realize Monday night isn’t a typical date night, but I’m no typical girl.
It started out as a meeting for an animal rescue group where I volunteer.
The location was at a restaurant/bar and after our meeting a handful of people (the dedicated ones), stayed to drink more. We’re really good volunteers.
Later in the evening is when my date, Alex Steen, stopped by. Although I was a few drinks in, I can assure you it was him. Other people saw us together and they can corroborate.
Granted, we were sitting around with a group of about five of us, but I’m pretty sure this evening counted as a date with Alex Steen. Here’s why:
1. He paid for my dinner and drinks
Okay, so he paid for everyone’s dinner and drinks, but whatever. That’s just the kind of guy he is. I secretly think he paid the tab because he heard about the kind of girl I used to be, and was hoping to get some over-the-shirt boob action. (He totally could have).
Why does this make it a date? How many dates do you go on where the guy pays for the meal and drinks? If you’re a smart dater, (and I am), those are the only dates you go on.
If a guy doesn’t pay on the first date, then I don’t return his call for the second. Any guy I go out with needs to learn early that I like to eat, and he has to support that habit.
Picking up the tab on a first date is customary when the guy is interested in the woman. This is obviously what happened here.
2. He touched my leg more than once
Yeah, that’s right. He touched my leg.
I shall never wash those pants again…if only they were my Pajama Jeans! Several times throughout the night his hand and arm brushed upon my leg.
I’m sure he will say it was an accident, and we were sitting so close that it was inevitable that he would brush up against me. But we both know the truth.
He sooo wanted me.
3. We talked about our common interests
I love dogs. Shocking, right? Guess who else loves dogs? Alex Steen!
We are a perfect match! I mean, how many people on this planet share a love of dogs?
Wait…um…that might be a lot…but he shares my love of this particular rescue. Doesn’t that equal a love connection?
Sure, many of my friends also love this same organization and I’m not planning our weekend getaway together (it would be at a Four Seasons resort and spa), but Alex and I share a true bond.
Just ask him.
4. He laughed at my jokes
Isn’t that another sign of a good first date? He regularly laughed at my jokes and even engaged in discussion with me.
Okay, maybe they weren’t so much jokes, as just sentences I made; and maybe they weren’t so much sentences as incoherent comments with a string of conjunctions strewn inbetween.
Whatever the reason, he was laughing at the same time I was, which is fine with me. Whomever said “as long as they are laughing with you and not at you” is an idiot and has clearly never laid eyes on Alex Steen.
5. He looked longingly into my eyes
Yes, he looked longingly. Okay, maybe it wasn’t longingly so much as he was looking into my eyes to see if I was sober enough to drive home, but either way, he looked into my eyes.
Can you say that about the dreamy Steenster?
He obviously cares about me if he didn’t want me to drive home if I wasn’t sober. He has my back because he obviously wanted to see me again. I’m sure it didn’t have anything to do with the fact he’s training for the season and didn’t want to be associated with scandal that would result in his “girlfriend” getting in a car accident.
He probably just didn’t want the stress of worrying about me. He’s such a caring guy.
So there you have it; all the reasons why last Monday I had a date with Alex Steen. Don’t be too jealous, as you can watch him on TV as you root for The St. Louis Blues in the playoffs.
But hands off the Steenster. He’s mine.