Strange things are afoot at the Circle K. The circle k here being my relationship with Gordon. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve perhaps rediscovered my sexual interest in him, and maybe more. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not jumping to any conclusions here, the jury is still out, but early polling is positive.<\/p>\n
What on earth could have brought about this peculiar change? Hockey. Of course. It always comes back to hockey.<\/p>\n
Gordon is a hockey player; specifically, a goalie. Or rather, he was<\/em>, before we met, throughout adolescence and high school. And apparently, he was good. Those are the rumors. This is what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been told (not by Gordon, because he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s quite modest and humble when it comes to his hockey ability, which made me think maybe he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as good as his mother made him out to be). He won a few gold medals and some trophies; there was interest, a future, possibilities. Then he made bad choices and gave it all up for drugs and crappy friends.<\/p>\n I assumed he was as good at hockey as in everything else\u00e2\u20ac\u201daverage, nothing special. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never actually seen him play and even though I know he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got good hand-eye coordination and we both love watching hockey, I just couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t picture him on the ice, I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t imagine him doing what I see every night on TV. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Gordon, not a hockey player. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a bit of a doofus, tall and lanky sure, but my lasting impression of him is sitting on the couch playing video games, not out there stopping pucks.<\/p>\n It all changed a few weeks ago, when a guy from work asked him to play goalie one night, in their Friday league. He still had all his goalie equipment up in the attic, so he agreed. I was excited for him, because I wanted to see him play and plus I thought it would be good for him to get some exercise and have some fun that didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t involve drugs, alcohol, or baby toys.<\/p>\n I knew he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be terrible. I was prepared for the inevitable embarrassment and disappointment, ready to lie and tell him he was good even though he wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been 6 years since he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s even been on the ice, much less played. Although he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s naturally slim and athletically-inclined, he hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worked out or lifted weights or done any real physical work in just about as long.<\/p>\n Imagine my surprise when he turned out to be good, to be really really good. He hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t played in several years. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s out of shape, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wearing old equipment, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nervous. And there he was, out on the rink, playing like he never missed a day.<\/p>\n Okay, that isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t exactly true. He was rusty and creaky, a bit slow; he obviously needs conditioning and practice, he needs to train and build mass, he needs to stretch and gain some flexibility. He needs new and better equipment. All these things affected his performance, but the instincts are there, the natural talent is undeniable. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not a hockey scout or any sort of hockey expert, but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not a moron either. The team was impressed as well and asked him to become their permanent goalie. He was better than all the other goalies and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been six years! That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a long frigging time to be away from anything, especially a sport.<\/p>\n He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a completely different person on the ice; he certainly isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the Gordon I know and love (or loathe, as the case may be). It was surreal, seeing him in all that goalie regalia, looking the part and realizing underneath he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the guy I go home with every night. He looked confident and happy out there, like he belonged.<\/p>\n Seeing him in this light, seeing him happy and relaxed and separate from me\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6well, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a new thing. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m so used to the drudgery of everyday life with him; the grinding minutiae, the petty arguments, my implacable impatience. He has no hobbies, no friends, and no real interests; all he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got is me, the baby and work. How can anyone sustain that sort of life? No growth, no learning. G\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s living the life of quiet desperation, and in turn so am I.<\/p>\n This hockey thing though\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6sure, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only been a couple of games so far, but already there are changes, imperceptible to the naked eye. I feel them though.<\/p>\n I was so happy to see him happy. He loves it. Finally he has something that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all his, something he can be proud of, a fulfillment that I certainly can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t provide. He needed this, and I needed him to need something other than me.<\/p>\n G isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t one for ambition, lofty or not. His long-term goals consist of what kind of beer to get tonight and what liquor store to get it from. 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