I’m no stranger to being number one. Number one NHL draft pick. Number one goalie in the nation. Even my hockey jersey has the number one on it.
Despite the loss I suffered years ago, my life is good. I don’t dwell in the past, and I don’t care much for the future. It’s the here and now that matters.
I refuse to waste time on relationship drama, which is why I have the dirty habit of treating women like they’re Tinder swipes—I just go from one to the next.
Then I notice the woman sitting in seat one, row one. She’s gorgeous, sexy, and everything I like in one hot package. The second she walks onto the ice for an attempt to get a puck past the goalie—me—I’m determined to have her. I’ll even let her score just so I’ll be the one who ends up scoring later.
But that’s the thing about living in the moment. You never know when you’re about to walk straight into your future…or whether that future has a direct link to your past.