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Not until Elly.
Now, I’d do anything for this woman.
And before this is over, I’ll prove it.
I’m not giving up on her, on us, no matter what the world throws our way.
Chapter
One
ELOISE “ELLY” THIBODEAUX
Excerpt from the LOVE ON ICE PODCAST
- EPISODE 127Red Flags and Power Plays,
Recorded in October.
(Theme music fades.)
Welcome back to the Love on Ice podcast, where we break down the latest NHL gossip on and off the rink. I’m your host, Luvvy Puck, coming to you from…my bathtub. (The acoustics are great in here, don’t judge.)
(Sound of shower curtain rustling, followed by a quiet laugh.)
Tonight, we have red flags, green flags, and what happens when a player you love goes viral for all the wrong reasons.
I’m looking at you, Trevor Morrison of theSeattle Storm, who apparently thought taking a woman to Boobie Bob’s Lobster Shack was appropriate first-date behavior.
Lovies, I’m no prude. I’m from New Orleans, for goodness’ sake—we have a proud tradition of flashing our tatas for Mardi Gras treats.
Still, I feel confident saying that most women don’t want boobies in their face on a first date. But Trevor’s fatal mistake came when he asked this poor girl tosplit the billeven though she’s in nursing school. On scholarship.
Which she sharedduring the date. But maybe he was too distracted by all the “lobster” to remember…
Either way, your fifty-fifty play took this from a red flag to a full-fledged dating penalty, Trevor. Do better.
[Womp womp, penalty sound effect.]
Moving on to green flags! And our favorite Engagin’ Cajun, star of the New Orleans’ Voodoo expansion team, Grammercy Graves…
[Dreamy sigh sound effect.]
Picture this: Our boy, a microphone, and abilingualreading of The Day the Crayons Quit at the Children’s Literacy Fair.
The man was reading to the kids in EnglishandFrench, my friends. And his accent? Was it good, you ask? Was iteverything a girl with a love of hockey, sexy forearms, and bilingual men could hope for?
Well, let’s just say Imayhave watched the French part a dozen times with my eyes closed…
[Actual, real-life dreamy sigh.]
And when he was done, he signed jerseys for the kids and didn’t even get mad when two boys started playing rough with the stick he brought and broke it. And yeah, a part of me feels obligated to make a joke about how muchI’dlike to play with his stick, but that moment was too sweet and generous to debase with my frisky commentary.
This man is trulywonderfulin every way.
Grammercy Graves is a walking green flag; case closed.
But the real question is: Where can we find a guy like that to call our own? I wish I could say, Lovies. But the dating apps are cesspools, the singles’ events are mostly other women, and that “nice” boy from church is always a mouth breather with mommy issues.
