In my freshman year, there was another player.He was a junior, an asshole, and Russian.From Russia, although he played at a US prep school first.He was a good player,I admit.I’d heard that he got signed by an NHL team out of college, but he never made it to the show.Anyway, he used to taunt me constantly about the Russian invasion of Ukraine, saying that it was going to be over in no time.He was a big Putin supporter.
Not big enough to stay in Russia and play in the KHL development system, though,she replies with unexpected bitchiness.
Her answer is so perfect that I just enjoy it for a moment.I’m quite fond of Evie’s inner badass.
That’s what I should have said to him.Too bad I wasn’t dating you then.Instead of a woman who didn’t understand why I was so pissed off becauseit’s just politics, who cares?
I continue with my story.The biggest problem was that the coach didn’t give a shit.If he’d just called Ivanov in and told him to cut out the bullshit, I could have kept playing there.But because he was an important player and I was a rookie, I had to take it.And I had too much pride to do that.Sure, I could have transferred to a different D1 school, but I decided to go with a coach whose character I knew already.I don’t need preferential treatment, just fairness.
It seems like the minimum.Evie is scowling, and I can see that she’s getting upset on my account.
I reach over and squeeze her thigh.Anyway, all that bullshit is years ago.I never think about it anymore.And the Mustangs are a great team.
She nods and sips from her stainless tumbler of coffee.
Did you want to go shopping while I’m meeting Sid?I could drop her off at the Mall of the Americas, which could keep her busy for hours.
Um, actually Annie told me about this place I want to visit.It’s called the Minnesota Center for Book Arts.
I get Evie to input the location into my map app, and it’s quite close to the arena area where I’m meeting Sid.
That works out well.I’m not exactly sure how long I’ll be.It’s not that we have a lot to talk about, but I’m relatively low on his priority list so he might keep me waiting.
Don’t worry, they have a cafe and everything so I can wait.According to Annie, there’s going to be tons of crafting inspiration there.Only Evie could get so excited about sewing and knitting.She refuses any dates that conflict with her Crafty Club.
Rosie showed me that purse charm you made for her.How come you never craft anything for me?
Evie turns to me.You want something homemade?Based on your designer, minimalist aesthetic, I didn’t think that was your taste.
She’s actually right.I care about my style, and any handmade clothes are done by master craftsmen.Well, maybe not something to wear.But maybe something for my room?
Yes, I’ll make something for your tchotchkes collection.You have the most sterile bedroom I’ve ever seen,she jokes.
Based on your extensive knowledge of men’s bedrooms,I reply.
Hey, at least I can see bedrooms online, unlike…other things.Evie has the most convenient tell, a deep flush that moves up her breasts and throat to her cheeks, whenever she thinks about sex.
Surely you must have had internet access when you grew up,I say.
Yes, but I wasn’t supposed to look at anything compromising.
It’s after 10:00, so I can talk about sex again.
So wait.Have you never watched any porn?Of course I could tell that Evie was an innocent when I met her, but the number of things that’s she’s never done is incredible.
She shakes her head, not meeting my eyes.
What about getting yourself off?Have you done that?
I’ve touched myself.Evie’s voice is whisper-soft.But it doesn’t feel as good as everything that we do together.
I groan.Why do I do this to myself?Now I have an erection that’s making driving a problem.But a naked Evie awkwardly bringing herself to orgasm is something I really want to see.
Usually there’s some point when I’m dating that sex gets boring.Maybe boring isn’t the right word, because I enjoy sex too much.Just that initial heat and novelty ebb, or maybe we have too many issues outside of the bedroom.The biggest turn-off for me is a partner who performs sex like it’s a currency to trade for expensive dates, bragging rights, or commitment.
But things with Evie are different, and I’m taking partial credit for that.I passed on my honesty and enthusiasm for sex.I’ve seen her open-mindedness about learning at school, and she’s the same way in the bedroom.She doesn’t have puritan hangups or transactional ideas about sex.And we can communicate freely, which is the real key to good sex.
So at the risk of running my car right off the road, I continue to push her limits.I think we should make an extra stop in Minnie and get some toys.
