In my younger days, I pursued young women like Sydney Crosby chases the Stanley Cup. But if I was Crosby, I was out on the ice in my galoshes with a broom for a hockey stick. No Stanley Cups on my mantle.
Then out of frustration I talked to a wise friend who wore a lovely Stanley Cup ring on his left hand.
“I want to ask this woman out, but I can’t figure out what she would like to do,” I said.
“Who cares what she would like to do?” came his shocking reply. “Decide what you would like to do and find a woman who would like to do that too.”
That was the day I took off my galoshes and threw away my broom. Next time you see me, ask me to show you my Stanley Cup ring.
A friend of ours almost fell down laughing one day when my fiancé and I told her we were all excited because we were getting together that night to watch the U.S. vice-presidential debate on TV. Not the presidential debate. The vice-presidential debate. And both of us are Canadians.
Birds of a feather …
(Update 2024: Thirty-six years together. A son and a daughter. Still watching U.S. debates.)
©2016 Jim Hagarty
