Scoring His Fantasy Date - Episode 2
by Gina L. Maxwell
Hey you, what are you up to?
I may or may not be watching highlights from yesterday’s Blackhawks game…
Who are you and what have you done with my sister?
Haha, it *is* me. Something happened that sparked a mild curiosity, that’s all.
Ooh, this sounds good. Explain.
The other day I got another text for the girl who had my number before me.
It was Cole Ryder from the Chicago Blackhawks and we ended up talking a little.
Shut the front door! Why was he texting her?
She won some kind of win-a-date contest with him. Since he can’t get in touch with her, he wants ME to go.
That’s so cool! When are you going?
Uh, I’m not.
What do you mean you’re not?
A hockey celebrity asks you to go on a date, you say YES.
I’m not interested in dating anyone right now, much less a guy who has paparazzi following him 24/7.
You know I had enough of that growing up with Dad. No thanks.
Spoilsport.
A text notification pops up on my screen. It’s Cole!
My belly does a little flip, which is very annoying.
But I make up an excuse with my sister anyway, so I can talk to him.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m going to hop in the shower. Talk tomorrow 😘
I click on Cole’s text, opening to our thread.
Go on a date with me.
That’s your opening line? No “Hi, how are you, Erika?”
Sorry, I’ve been dying to ask you for 4 days.
But I’ll play your game…
Hi, how are you, Erika? I’ve been thinking about you.
I’m well, thank you. I’m surprised you had time to think of anything other than winning those games in LA.
Whoa! Are you saying that the girl who claims to be anti-hockey actually watched me play?!
I never said I was anti-hockey. I just said I wasn’t a fan.
And no, I didn’t watch the games.
1 minute later
I watched the highlights.
I’m flattered! For the record, I’m totally not doing a dorky victory dance over here.
LOL Thanks for that hilarious image of what you’re not doing.
If it keeps you laughing, I’ll not do all sorts of goofy stuff 😜
Good to know, but maybe you should pace yourself.
Noted.
I noticed there’s another player on your team with the same last name. Coincidence?
Nope. That’s Cason. Teammate, roommate, and twin brother.
Wow! Can’t get away from the guy, huh?
Nah. I’m older by 3 minutes. Kid looks up to me.
LOL That’s cute.
What about you? Any siblings?
Just an older sister named Amelia. We’re really close, too, but she lives with her fiancé.
I’m jealous.
Of your separate living conditions, not your sister’s fiancé.
I’m glad you clarified.
So what have you been up to? I mean, besides watching my highlights and pining for me?
Pining? Are you from the Middle Ages? Exactly how old are you?
More like my mid-twenties. I’m 24. How old are you?
Definitely younger than you.
Please tell me you’re old enough to drink legally.
Hmmm...in which country?
Oh, shit.
Relax, I’m messing with you! I’m 22.
Not many teenagers have their esthetician licenses, LOL.
Whew! I didn’t think about that. I just panicked at the thought of flirting with a minor.
Seriously, I think I just lost a year off my life—
You should make it up to me by going on this fantasy date with me.
You’re persistent, I’ll give you that much…
But the answer is still no.
OK, fine. Why don’t we get to know each other better first?
What’s your favorite meal?
Portillo’s cheesy Italian beef sandwich with cheese fries and a chocolate malt.
A true Chicago girl after my own heart. I love their Maxwell Street Polish.
What about your first kiss?
You go from favorite meal to first kiss???
Trying to cover both ends of the getting-to-know-you spectrum. Come on, humor me.
15 years old, with Billy Daly, after tennis practice.
It was awkward and disappointing, LOL.
I’m getting two things from that.
One, you like sweaty athletes (and I happen to be one)…
And two, your kissing bar is low, so you’ll be plenty wowed by my kissing prowess.
I throw my head back and laugh. I really like his sense of humor.
It makes me wonder if I’d have this much fun with him in person…
I can’t believe you actually said “kissing prowess.”
Believe it, buttercup. It’s a thing, and I have it.
My first kiss was with Becky Linde. I was 12 and she was 14. I’m pretty sure I rocked her world.
How could you not with all that prowess you have?
This is what I’m saying!
So, Erika, have you ever been to Mackinac Island?
No, but I’ve always wanted to go.
Perfect! That’s where the fantasy date is.
Come on the date with me.
Crap! That was tricky of him. I’m running out of excuses.
It sounds great, Cole, but I’m not a fan of being in the limelight.
And while the date itself might be a fantasy, the publicity that comes with it would be my nightmare.
Then screw the fantasy date.
I’ll make up some excuse to my PR manager and tell her it’s a bust.
Let’s go on a completely incognito date. Just Cole taking Erika...
What’s your last name?
I hesitate for a moment.
The minute people learn my last name, I cease to be me.
I turn into “Senator Gregory Vaughn’s youngest daughter.”
No last name. Just Erika.
Perfect. It’ll be Just Cole taking Just Erika on a low-key lunch date.
We can wear brimmed hats and sunglasses as disguises. Very James Bond.
It’s a compelling sales pitch — the chance to go out with a man who has no idea who I am.
A man who has no hidden agenda to further his political career or boost his public image.
Come on, Just Erika. Take a chance on me. I promise you won’t regret it.
Okay, Just Cole. You have a date.
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