A couple of weeks ago, I put out a call for people who wanted to participate in my the Three Word Game. The idea is this, I give them three words, they give me a short story. Simple, right? I had a few people reply right away and I’m excited to share their stories with you!
Today we have my dear friend Sue who is another example of social media friends becoming thick as thieves. Her words? Derek, hockey puck, and polka dots.
The first time she saw him was in the hall, rushing between classes. The second time was outside, talking to friends. The third time, she saw him alone at the mall.
“He’s so cute,” Sue thought. This was her chance to say hi.
She learned his name was Derek. He was a year older, and liked to play hockey. Fortunately (for her) the season had just ended, so he had some time to spend with his new friend.
They went to the movies and lunch. He called every night. The first time he held her hand, Sue saw little stars. No – they were more like polka-dots, like the kind on her favorite pair of cute summer shoes. She wore those on their first official date, when they had their first kiss. She knew she walked home, but it felt more like she floated.
But before long, Derek’s hockey practice started up again. At first, he tried to make time for her. He even invited her to watch a game! She hoped to be introduced to his teammates as his girlfriend.
Instead, Derek became less and less available.
The day of the game, Derek canceled their lunch date. Sue shook it off, and went anyway. On her way in, she saw Derek with his team – and another girl.
Sue knew she should keep her eyes on the game, but couldn’t stop watching this new girl. Was she there for Derek? Or another player?
Sue didn’t see anything except her new competition. She didn’t see Derek take a shot from across the ice. She never heard the crowd yell, “Duck!” She didn’t notice the people around her scramble out of the way…
She woke up lying on the floor, dizzy, with a headache. She opened her eyes – and saw polka-dots. Once they cleared, she saw Derek, with his arm around the new girl’s shoulder.
Sue concluded the only lesson she could: Falling in love is a lot like getting hit in the head with a hockey puck. You rarely see it coming, you can’t get out of the way fast enough, and it will probably leave you with a huge headache.
I just love how she used her words! I think we’ve all been there. (Possibly with a hockey player. Sigh.) By the way, if you’re not already reading Sue’s blog, Not the Life I Ordered, well what are you waiting for? You can and should also follow her on Twitter. Thank you Sue!
If you want three words, just let me know and I’ll give you some!