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I don’t know exactly where my mom and dad went wrong. Maybe they just weren’t meant for each other. When I look back they seem like chalk and cheese.
I guess it has affected the relationships I have with women. I’ve never really had a very serious one. I don’t even know if I believe in love. My longest lasted about a year, and I’m twenty eight now.
I would love to have a permanent girl. But traveling with the team so much kinda wreaks havoc on meeting someone and trying to form a relationship. Even in the off season.
There’s also the fact that you have no idea half the time if the girl is really into you, or just into the fact you’re a NHL star with millions of dollars.
I kind of envy Taylor in that respect, he and his girlfriend, Emmerson, knew each other growing up as kids. They were high school sweethearts. So he really has no problems in that department.
For me, it’s a very hard thing to wrap my head around.
I’m not like most guys. I kinda need a connection with a girl, and it very rarely happens.
While I have to admit, it’s fun in the beginning, meeting a new girl in every port. They come and go, you’re definitely never lonely for long. But after a while, it kinda gets past its use by date.
More often than not, it’s not really the way I want it to be.
It would be nice to have someone to come home to. Someone who has my back. Someone I can be intimate with. I don’t know exactly how I’d go with that, but the thought of it sounds good.
I guess seeing what happened to my parents, relationships have put me off. Even though I know I can’t blame my whole life on that one event.
Last week I met a friend of Taylor and Emmerson’s, Maddison Gray.
She lives in Florida and came over to Seattle for a few days to come to a game with Emmerson and have a few days vacation. Now, she turned out to be a great chick, from what I saw in the few hours we knew each other anyway.
We had some Mexican food and drinks right in the middle of the playoffs. And the game she came to, she was inadvertently wearing my fucking jersey. She had no idea who I was.
The woman knows nothing about hockey, but it's cute in a way, and we got along almost too well.
I invited her to come to the stadium the next day so we could hang out, and so I could show her around. We did share a few stolen moments when no one else was around. Unfortunately, time didn’t permit us to take things further. Although, we did exchange numbers.
The thought of her pretty face, her deep blue eyes and that petite, athletic, frame tugs a smile to my lips. And I find it calms me down instantly.
Maddison Gray… real estate extraordinaire.
She’s a smart chick and it sounds like she’s made a name for herself. I find that super hot. Iwant to catch up again… in fact, now the playoffs are over, I have a little bit of spare time up my sleeve before pre-season training.
I haven’t stopped thinking about her since she left to go back home. I was a little bit dumb-struck when I met her because of the energy between us, not to mention how gorgeous she is. I had heart palpitations, the whole nine yards.
I plan on texting her tomorrow to see how she’s going. I want to take a trip to see my mom soon, so hopefully Maddison will want to catch up when I’m in town.
When I’ve fully calmed down from my nightmare, night sweat, or whatever the hell it was, I get up and walk to the kitchen, naked, to get a glass of water. I always go to bed naked…. Luckily my luxury condo has block out blinds.
I lean on the countertop as I guzzle the water, running a hand through my hair.
As much as I don’t want to, I can’t stop thinking about my dad.
He owns a lot of commercial property and has spent his life buying and selling companies, as well as real estate. He made a lot of money early on in his career, all starting from a large inheritance from my grandfather. He bought and sold property ever since and made a name for himself in the business world.
I like the fact I’ve never had to rely on him as an adult. While he did provide financial support for my tuition in college, he hasn’t supported me financially, or otherwise, in any other area.
I’ve been able to stand on my own two feet.
Yet, he still has a hold over me. No matter how old I get, or how much wealth I acquire on my own, he still wants to rope me in.
I want to coach or commentate once my hockey days are over. I’ve always seen myself being around kids and wanting to help them get to where they’re going to be.
My mom thinks I’d make an excellent coach. She says I have a tonne of patience. I guess I got that from her.
