One Magical Night

Aaralyn Northgate was a lonely, single female of 24 years old. She was your typical fangirl. She had grown up enjoying sports, labeled as a tomboy. And she was into hockey. She loved her hometown team: the Chicago Blackhawks.

She’d always loved watching the men skate around going after a small disc. She enjoyed it even more when some of the tempers flared, and gloves were flung off. Fists made contact, noses were bloodied, and penalties were served.

And she was totally into one of the Blackhawks’ star forwards. She didn’t do blondes, but she did do brunettes. Jonathan Toews was her man. She loved him, personality, monotone, body and all. He was the ideal man of her sexual pleasure.

She wanted Jonathan, but she knew that could never have him. He was a famous hockey player and she was just a loyal and devoted fan. She could only dream about the life they would have if he wasn’t famous.

Aaralyn was a seasoned ticket holder. She enjoyed going to every game and seeing Jonathan skate around, scoring goals and celebrating with his teammates. She always had a sign with her and she always sat in the same spot. She was in the second row, behind the boards, behind the penalty box.

She would often hold her sign up proudly, “Marry me, Tazer, cause you’re the only ten I “C”!”

Notes

I wanted to do something else. I won't lie, I was Aaralyn. I had a dream last night about Johnny and let's say, it was heavenly...:P