I inhaled slowly, and then exhaled and looked at my phone, ignoring the 30 missed calls and 53 text messages from Tyler as I scrolled to the name I was looking for. I pushed the call button and lifted the phone to my ear as I laid back on my bed.
“What Brit,” Gabe laughed as he picked up the phone. “You miss me already?”
“Well Gabe, I just thought you’d like to know that you were right,” I told him, “you were right.”
“Of course I was right.” Gabe said and I could only image the goofy smile that spread across his face. “But may I ask what I was right about?”
“Well, you were right about Tyler being jealous.”
“Oh, that.” He paused. “How did you figure that out?”
“Well,” I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart. “This morning we went for a run like we do just about every Sunday and well after we were talking and he may or may not have kissed me.”
“He kissed you,” Gabe sounded just as shocked as I felt this morning.
“Yes,” I took a deep breath as I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head into my pillow.
“So is this a bad time to tell you, I told you so, or…”
“Yea, it kind of is Gabe.” I groaned, “I don’t know what to do Gabe.”
“Well, um Brittany,” Gabe took a deep breath as he debated what to say next. “Was it a good kiss?”
“Gabe,” I whined, my voice muffled by the pillow.
“Well Brittany, you obviously wouldn’t be calling me if it was bad, right?”
“Yea,” I agreed not sure if he heard me as my voice cracked.
“You know what this means, right.”
“Gabe,” I warned.
“Brittany likes Seguin, Brittany likes Seguin….” He sang ignoring my warning.
“Shut up Gabe.” I said with a roll of my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “I can’t,” I shook my head, “I mean don’t like Seguin.”
“Sure you don’t Brittany,” I could hear the smile in his voice right before I hung up on him.

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That is how I found myself in my room at midnight with my old journal from my my parenting and marriage class, a journal that I thought I never look at again, but now I found myself flipping thought the journal, looking for one page in particular. I sighed as I turned to the page labeled Boyfriend Qualifications.
I stared at the page for a couple mintunes, not having the courage to look at the list just yet, because I wasn’t sure if I was ready to read what it said. I mean I could not like Tyler Seguin, could I? That was just crazy, I mean he was Tyler Seguin after all, and I was me, just me. My heart rate quickened as I inhaled and read the first qualification on the list. I want someone who will respect me and my friends. I sighed, realizing that unfortunately he did get respect my friends and I even knew that the crap they were giving me about him only meant that they did in fact like him.
Two, I want someone who listens to me. I thought about it for a minute because I don’t think Tyler and I have actually had a heart to heart conversation, but he did remember that my sister liked Shaw so he did apparently hear me when I talked, which is more than I can say about some people.
Number three; I want someone who will cuddle with me. There was no evidence of that just yet.
Number four; I want someone who loves hockey. I had to my laugh at this one because when I originally wrote this one I simply meant someone I could watch hockey with, not someone who actually played, but I guess either way it was safe to say that they would like hockey.
I took a deep breath, five, I want someone who my family likes. I sighed; well I guess there was no evidence of them not liking him.
Six, I want someone who loves dogs. Considering he owned two and he barely shut up about them I figured I could say that that one was true.
Seven, I want someone who will work out with me; I groaned, because even though I mean that more as an everyday thing, he did go running with me on his off days, and for his busy schedule I figured that was good enough.
Number 8, I want someone who has a good sense of humor. I could only groan because I knew he did.
Number 9, I want someone who will trust me. This was definitely another one that would only come with time.
And the last, and probably most important qualification, someone who will be there for me.
I sighed looking over my list so far and realizing that this was defiantly not how I expected this to go. This would have been so much easier if I could just mark no for everything, but I knew that wasn’t the case, but no matter what the list said, I still couldn’t help but remind myself that this was Tyler Seguin after all.

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