Saturday night - ice skating. While I felt strongly that we needed to get out of the house (and away from trouble) I also really wanted to go ice skating. I've lived in Chicago 13 years and never been. That's just stupid! I am not sure what I was thinking but I definitely didn't consider the fact there might be a line at the rink in Millennium Park.
When considering my outfit I was thinking more cute ski bunny than warmth. I wore thick black winter leggings, a long pink tank top, black tee, black turtleneck sweater, brown down vest, scarf, hat, knee highs, thick socks and my galoshes, NOT my warm faux Uggs. I will pay for this decision and really should know so much better. Sunset downtown happens at about 2:00pm as the tall buildings block the sun and the temperature drops dramatically. Not to mention the fact we're near the lake and the breeze blows directly across the park to and then bounces off the buildings back on to the park. Brrrrr. That's not even the half of it! Typically I always consider this fact but, nope, I wanted to be cute ski bunny not a bundled Michelin Man! Steven, on the other hand, was warmly dressed in boots, ski pants, a sweatshirt, pullover, scarf and funky knit cap.
When we arrived at the skating rink there was, sure enough, a LINE! We joined in and it was sssllllooowwww moving. I started to shiver and Steven wrapped his arms around me - he's a furnace. Hmmm....maybe I'm not regretting my thoughtlessness. That's pretty much how we stayed the 30 minutes or so we were in line. I will say this....it was fun and we just laughed. We people watched and laughed, making up stories about the each person. We laughed because he was just being silly. He was always doing something funny and at times would blow his warm breath on my neck to warm me up.
I can feel the warmth inside the building from where I stood and was anxious to get in. We're. So. Close! Just as we get to the top of the line - they close the rink for the Zamboni and we're left standing for another 30 minutes. We just started laughing in disbelief that this was our luck. He continued to hold me and block the wind.
FINALLY....they complete the ice surfacing and we are allowed inside the skate rental. We give up our shoes, grab out skates and plunk down on a bench. My feet were so cold that I had to rub them back to life before putting them in the boot of the skate, which was considerably warmer than my galoshes. Not sure if that's because they had recently been worn, but I didn't care. My toes were tingling with blood and life. Laced up and smiling we were off the rink.
Now, let me just take this moment to explain that in initial conversations about ice skating, Steven said that he had skated and played hockey. Then during the drive downtown he says he hasn't ever skated. I totally busted him. "Which is it, liar?" "Well, it's been a long time since I've skated." "So, a more factual statement to cover your ass from already telling me you played hockey would be to say 'I have never ice skated in my adult life.'" Laughing. "Yeah, you got me." "Uh huh!"
Once on the rink, we both proceeded with caution. Steven immediately grabbed my hand and led me around and around the rink until we both got our balance and got accustomed to the motion. The skates' blades sucked with a capital "S". The blades were so worn down that they looked more like a half-inch flat piece of steel than a "blade". We continued going in circles and people were EVERYWHERE! It was super crowded and there seemed to be bodies littering the rink every place you looked. I couldn't take my eyes off the ice in front of me in case I failed to notice that there was a group of teenage girls down for the count in front of me and I went flying over them. Fortunate for me, I had an expert who got his skating groove pretty quickly and was always on the look out to keep me out of trouble, or from causing a major pile up.
At one point we made the turn and this little boy took a tumble. His father wasn't too stable on the skates and Steven let go of my hand, made a quick, hard stop, turned around, stopped behind the little boy and picked him up, gently setting him back on his feet. I just smiled to myself. Moments later he found me ahead, came to my side, looked at me and reached his hand out. Wow! This is a really good dude! And that wasn't the only person he helped out.
When he wasn't helping to stop potential national incidents between tourist foreign and domestic, he spent his time flirting with me. As I became more confident, I let go of his hand and skated ahead. He came up next to me "Hey baby, how are you?" "Hi. I'm fine," I said slightly cold and ignoring him. "So, you're one fine lady." "And you're one confident Italian. Where do you guys learn this stuff?" "It's in our DNA, baby. Whatcha doin' after this?" "Going home. Alone." He laughs, comes in close, grabs my waist and whispers "I don't think so!" This kind of flirting went on. I'd skate off and he'd come up again. "Dude, you just can't take no for an answer!" "Not when you're so hot. You're melting the ice." I roll my eyes and laugh.
At one point, I skated ahead again, but this time I turned to look for him. I couldn't see him and turned my focus back to making the turn. I felt him near by and turned to look behind me once more and Steven smiled. He then came in close and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his nose in my neck and saying something. I don't remember what he said but I was smiling and loving it. He let go, came to my side, we looked at each other, he looked down and as I did his hand was waiting for me. I took it and looked back at him. I am a fucking idiot! This is pretty damn amazing. How could I ever think there is something better out there for me than this. That's when my decision was made.
After an hour or so, it was time to Zamboni the ice again and I was getting a bit tired. It's quite a work out skating on shitty skates and negotiating through crowds of unstable skaters. Plus, my right foot was starting to hurt a bit. We immediately went inside to a warm waiting area next to the bathrooms. I made my way out of the restroom and walked towards him, smiling. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. To Steven a public place isn't public so PDA isn't PDA. It's like we're the only two people there. "So, what are you doing tomorrow?" "Well, I was going to go to a Super Bowl party but I'm thinking I may stick to home and get a bunch of stuff done. Why?" "Well.........I was wondering if you'd like to come to a Super Bowl party with me and meet my friends." Seriously? I haven't told him I've made my choice yet and we haven't done anything intimate to consider the deal sealed. This is awesome! "Are you sure you're ready to introduce me to your friends?" He laughs, "Yes!" "Well, okay then."
After some debate, we decided to return our skates and head home. I was STARVING! Of course, it turns out that it was 80's night in Millennium Park and that's when all the fun started. We watched some professional skaters and made sad faces that the fun music was now playing as we were leaving. Oh well, I was STARVING! "So, what do you want to do for dinner?" I ask. "I don't know. Do you have any thoughts?" "Well, I was thinking maybe we hit the store and head back to mine. I have homemade chili I can defrost and it sounds ssssoooo good on a night like this." "Sounds good."
In the car, he turns the heat on high. This is kind of a big deal for me as I'm always cold. As far as Steven is concerned, he would as soon die of sweat than let me freeze. (Okay, everyone say a collective "Aaaaaawwwww!") His father calls as we're leaving downtown, "Hi, Dad.....Yeah, I love you too....No I'm not alone. I've got this hot blonde with the biggest blue eyes sitting next to me. We've just come from ice skating and heading for a warm dinner....No I'm not cooking." I laugh out loud. "What?" he looks at me. "Look you make fantastic reservations and pay and I'll do the cooking." We're both laughing. "Dad...did you hear that? Yeah....I agree." I can hear part of the conversation but not all of it and with that he gives me a smile.
After hitting a couple of stores I am starting to get the grouch on. I. Am. STARVING! In the stores he kept wanting to browse...."Dude! I'm hungry. Let's go!" "Okay, okay!" He drops me off with his eyes set on a parking spot that's been plowed in. I can tell he's salivating at the chance to give it a go with his all-wheel drive love....aka his car. I lug everything upstairs into my apartment and pull out two containers of turkey chili. After uncovering them I stick them into the microwave to defrost. I then race around to do some quick pick up, shoving shit in all kinds of closets (not much unlike our second date when he "invited" himself over). Then grab all the accouterments - cheese, sour cream - and set them on the table next to the wine and two glasses. He comes in with a big smile revealing his accomplishment of drilling his car into the parking spot. You're hilarious!
We eat, watch some TV - Alaska State Troopers, to be exact - and some warm snuggling. There was some making out and then.....to the bedroom. You're usual turn of events occurred, but we didn't "seal the deal". At one point, I stopped him, sat up and said "Just so you know, this means I've made my choice." He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me. At that point his shirt came off and GASP! That wasn't JUST back hair I was feeling through his shirt the other night. It's a fucking SHAG RUG! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? It was everywhere and about an inch long.....EVERYWHERE. Not to mention the Buddha was a little bigger than a little Buddha. I just laughed to myself and gave him a hug. In the past, I would have shut this guy down. No way, no how! I do NOT do back hair and major Buddha! But for some reason, I just let it go as his kisses quickly made me realize it wasn't as important as it once was. Well, these things can be changed. Soon we fell asleep and his sleep apnea kicked in. I reached to my bedside table and put in some ear plugs, and I slept really well for a few hours. Well, until I realized he'd taken over the entire bed and I was left with a 12-inch wide space on the edge. I waited until I heard him snore and got out of bed like a cat - smoothly, quickly and quietly - grabbed a robe and headed to the couch. A few hours later, he came out. "Hey," he whispers. "Hey." "Did my snoring keep you awake?" "No the earplugs were great. You were inching me out of bed, you big HOG!" Laugh. "Come back to bed now."
We crawled back in and began talking. He asked me about my past relationships and I breezed over everyone - who matters - including the abuser. He didn't seem to flinch, probably because of the fact that I can talk about it today matter of factly and without feeling. I asked him about his and found out he broke up with his last girlfriend in October. Since then he'd been on the dating site where he learned that most women were interested in little more than a "free night out". Aha! This makes sense now. On our first date he didn't believe that I was really seriously about going out with him again.
"Let's go get breakfast." "Uhm, okay." "I think we should go get Dim Sum in Chinatown." Another thing I've been dying to do and not got around to it. "That sounds great! Something I've always wanted to do." "Okay, let me call my friend and get the name and address." He starts to dial, "Uhm, Steve, it's like 7:30 in the morning." "Oh, yeah, he'll be up.....He dude, it's Steve. So I'm in bed with this gorgeous woman and want to take her to Dim Sum. Call me back with the name and address of the place we used to go to." I laugh. "I can't believe you just said that to him." He laughs. "It's no biggie. He'd do the same to me." A few minutes later his friend calls and I hear the first part of the conversation: "Hey, thanks for calling me back." "First of all, you're AN IDIOT! You don't call ANYONE when you're in bed with a beautiful woman!" Steven laughs, "Yeah, well I want the restaurant info......uhuh....where's that at.....okay, great. Thanks.....He says it doesn't open until 10a and the best time to go is between 11:45 and 1:00p." "No way, I'm STARVING!" "You're always starving." "It's because it takes so much energy to deal with you!" We both laugh. "Okay, then plan B. The Original Pancake House downtown." "I've never been there." "Gggiiirrrlll, you're missing out." So that's what we did.
I was grabbing my bag and Steven was putting on his boots when I checked my phone. Ben had sent me a text around 10:30 the night before (when I was otherwise occupied). "Dear friends it is with great sadness to say that Chuck passed away this evening..." "Oh my God! Oh my God!" "What?" "My friend Chuck passed away." I look up at Steven, back down at the phone, and then to Steven again. Within an instant I just burst into tears. "Oh my gosh!" I turn away and go into the bathroom I am not going to cry in front of this man I just met. No! But I do. I come take a deep breath, wipe my eyes, blow my nose and return to the kitchen. Steven is standing in the doorway and quickly embraces me. "Okay, let's go." I think this might have surprised Steven, but I'm a strong hold when it comes to crying. I just have a hard time doing it in front of boyfriends.
We had a nice time at breakfast though I was quiet. He dropped me off and said he'd be back at 4:30p to pick me up for the Super Bowl party. I came in the house, closed the door and had a small sob fest. I then laid down, napping for almost two hours. When I awoke I returned calls and then sobbed until I had nothing left.
Part 2: Super Bowl Party report tomorrow...
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