6/28/10: Evgeni Malkin

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Oh my gosh, sorry this is late. I've been really busy. Has anyone seen Eclipse?

Name: Evgeni Malkin

DOB: July 31

Current NHL Team: Pittsburgh Penguins

You are standing outside in the hundred-degree afternoon. When a black convertible pulls up in your driveway, Geno looks at you and smiles. Hurriedly, you hop into the passenger seat and put on your sunglasses.

"You ready?" He asks. "We have fun, right?" He plugs his iPod nano into the car radio using something you've never seen before. When he turns it on, you expect some weird Russian song, but this is Evgeni Malkin we're talking about.

As you drive through town, you lean your head back and let your skin soak up the rays of the bright, bright sun. The white sunglasses you had on let the glare through the lenses, but you were able to find comfort in the feeling of Geno's arm wrapped around your shoulders.

After what seemed like only minutes, the car crosses through the outskirts of town, toward the shoreline. Not much later, you arrive at the beach. He unloads everything out of the car; you only carry what you brought with you. Politely, you ask to carry something, but Evgeni insists that he has everything under control. Within minutes, you and Geno have set out the towels and are running like kids toward the salty water off the coast. Thinking he will do it too, you run all the way to where the water comes up to your waist. Of course you didn't think about how cold the water would be. When you look back to the sand with a shocked look on your face, you spot Geno standing in ankle-deep water, laughing. You playfully jog back to him and pull him all the way under the waves with you. When you stand back up again, your hair falls over your face and blocks your vision. Jokingly, you put your arms out in front of you, searching for Evgeni. You quickly find him and set your hands on his shoulders. His hands are on your waist, and he continues to pull you closer. Just as you think that you're close enough for him to kiss you, he "falls" into the water, bringing you with him. Knowing that he did this on purpose, you practically stand on top of him in your attempt to keep him underwater. Obviously, its easy for Geno to fight back, but after an hour of this fun you hint that you're getting tired so he packs up everything and drives you home.

Immediately after you wave him goodbye, Evgeni calls after you and runs up to you with a necklace in his hand. It must have been the necklace you wore today; it probably fell off in the car. As Geno gently hands it back to you, you look up into his eyes to thank him, but you suddenly have the passionate, burning desire to say something else.

What would you say to him?

6/25/10: Lars Eller

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This will be interesting...

Name: Lars Eller

DOB: May 8, 1989

Current NHL Team: Montreal Canadians

A half hour before your date with Lars, he rings the doorbell. You questioningly open the door and let him in. The two of you simply sit at the kitchen table in silence.

"First of all," he says. "I'm not very good at planning." It doesn't take you long to realize that neither of you have any idea what your going to do on this date. After minutes of discussing, you finally decide to just get in the car and drive around. If there's anything interesting, you sure as hell are gonna go do it. He politely asks if you will drive. Not only does he want you to drive, he wants you to drive his car. Absentmindedly, you do what you are told. Even after driving all the way across town five times, you and Lars don't see anything that you really want to do. When you pull back in to the driveway of your house, Lars puts the car in park and all that because you don't really know much about these kind of fancy cars. As you look at the tree outside through the window, you notice the door is locked. You know how to manually unlock it, but when you try to reach for the button, Lars grabs your hand. He looks at you devilishly and says: Let's make this fun.

Lars doesn't say a word for the next five minutes. He kisses you so often that you barely have time to breathe. Your not quite sure what to make of this; you're not going to pull away or make him stop, but you don't really want to encourage him, either. He eventually stops, and when he does, you're half relieved and half disappointed. Then you lead him back into your house where you sit at the kitchen table like before and pretend that nothing has happened. When the alarm on his watch goes off, he stands up and begins to leave without saying a word.

What to you do? Do you call after him, or do you let him go?

6/25/10

Do you have any ideas for me? Any player you would like to go on a date with? Let me know!! You can contact me at supersharkcow20@yahoo.com. Yes, it is a weird email address....

6/20/10: Marc Staal

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You voted, he won, and we're going time travelling! You can pretend it's December, right?

Name: Marc Staal

DOB: January 13, 1987

Current NHL Team: New York Rangers

It's a really freaking cold winter day in New York City. Today is December 21, the first day of winter. Marc called you last night and asked if you wanted to go ice skating. Of course you said yes, even though you have never been ice skating before. When you hear the doorbell ring, you quickly put on a bright blue scarf and rush to answer the door.

He greets you with a hug instead of words. Marc tells you that you will be walking, even though it is literally thirty degrees out. As you pass each and every building in New York, he gives you a history lesson about them, even though you already know everything he says. You are dazzled at the general atmosphere in the big city, and Marc doesn't seem any different even though he's lived here for years. After about twenty minutes, you arrive in Rockerfeller Plaza. Marc gets excited and runs toward the skating rink. You have fun running after him, although you aren't sure how tired you'll be when you stop.

After putting on his skates (which he brought), he gets yours and laces them up for you. The first step on the ice was the hardest. You force Marc to hold your hand, which he does. You are surprised that hockey players can skate so easily; you haven't even been on the ice for five minutes but you're already sore from falling so many times. Each time you do, though, Marc helps you up and encourages you to keep going. After an hour, you let go of the boards and are only holding Marc's hand.

You don't know many of the holiday songs that have been playing while you skated, but you instantly recognize the beginning of the song Hallelujah, performed by The Canadian Tenors. Momentarily, you stop skating to make sure that it's the song you're thinking of. It is. Marc recognizes it, too. As you skate, he sings along to the verses and the chorus flawlessly. You are surprised that he sang it loudly like he did. He had a great singing voice, and he deserves to show it off, but you originally didn't think that he was that kind of person.

Just as you are really starting to enjoy yourself, some guy runs you over. He turns back to look at you, but he sees Marc. You know that guy, it's Sean Avery.

"Hey Marc," he calls sarcastically. "Sorry." Marc rolls his eyes and looks at you. Seeing you down on the ice, he worriedly helps you up and apologizes. Without asking, he leads you across center ice and off the rink. You sit down on a bench where Marc takes off his skates and your skates. He again grabs your hand and leads you away from the rink. You walk back toward your house, making very little conversation along the way. When you get home, Marc asks you if you're okay. Jokingly, you reply "Um, I think I dislocated my shoulder." He thinks you're serious, though.

"Let's get you to a hospital." You can see that he is worried. When you tell him you're kidding, he blushes. "Well, um, do you wanna try this again tomorrow?"

Will you say yes, and risk getting run over by Sean Avery? Did you find this a fun date?

6/16/10: [I know, I know] Patrick Kane

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I know I am supposed to wait until Friday to write about any of the players on the poll, but I will anyway. (If you guys vote for him, I will do a second date with him, k?) I am writing about something/someone I shouldn't be writing about. I am bad. So bad that my grandma called me Miss Conduct today. Baaaaddddd.... k, here it is:

Name: Patrick Kane

DOB: November 19, 1988

Current NHL Team: Chicago Blackhawks

You are in Patrick's hometown of Buffalo, New York. You're not quite sure how you got there though. One day you met Patrick, and here you are a week later in New York in the middle of summer. The humidity has got to you already; the walk from your hotel to Patrick's house was pretty lengthy. Before you arrived in Buffalo, Patrick told you that he knew a really great college baseball team and that he would love to take you to a game, although when he finally answers the door, he comes clean. Within ten seconds, he explains that he couldn't get tickets because they were sold out, but he promised to take you to a baseball game. Confused, you follow him to the local park.

When you find him again, he's sitting in a patch of tall grass in the outfield of a baseball diamond. You unconfidently take a seat beside him. He glances at his watch and looks over at you. You stare back, not knowing what to expect. For a minute or two, you and Patrick stare at each other until it gets awkward. Then he jumps up and holds out his hand. As you take it, he leads the way to the pitcher's mound.

"I seriously thought there was a game today. Since we can't see baseball, we'll just play it." He shrugs and pulls out two baseball gloves and a baseball. You obediently begin to toss and hit the baseball back and forth, but you can't help but think that this isn't what you planned on doing. Thank God he noticed.

"What? You're not smiling. What is it?" You can't decide if he really means it or not. "You don't like baseball, do you?"

"Not really, sorry." He just stares at you. "What?"

He doesn't give an answer. Immediately, your face is in his hands and your lips are pressed aggressively against his. For that moment, you forget everything except that you are here kissing Patrick Kane. As he slowly and unsurely lets go, he waits for your response. You know what you're going to say, and you're not afraid to say it.

What would you say? Do you forget about everything that happens, or will you keep everything in mind?

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6/13/10: Luke Schenn

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Name: Luke Schenn

DOB: November 2, 1989

Current NHL Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

You are jolted awake by the strong vibrations of your cell phone. Momentarily, you are blinded by the light of the screen. The clock on your phone reads 2:01 AM. Right on time. "1 new text message" pops up on the screen. It reads: "Hope you're ready. Big day today. See you at 2:30~ XOXO Lukey."

You find it so funny that he calls himself by the pet name you gave him. As you check your duffle bag for the seventh time, you text back your confirmation.

You and Luke have been together for a fairly long time, and he wants to take you back to his home in Canada. How could you refuse?

As you are dragging the last of your heavy luggage down the stairs, somebody rings the doorbell. As you open it, you find Luke standing there with that quirky little smile he always has when he sees you. He lets himself in and picks up your suitcase and duffle bag. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he assures, "this is your vacation and I'm not going to ruin it and make you carry all your stuff." After loading the taxi with all of your things, he trots back up the driveway, into the house, and back the chair in the dining room where you are sitting. Being the perfect gentleman, he holds out his hand and escorts you out of the house and onto the front porch. You turn around to lock the door behind you, but, as you do this, Luke lifts you up and carries you to the taxi.

On the drive over to the airport, you gently lean over until your head is on Luke's shoulder. It's two-thirty in the morning. You're tired, and Luke knows it. He promises that once you get on the plane, there will be plenty of time to sleep. You pull your iPod out of your backpack because the late night talk show that the taxi driver is listening to is getting old. As a John Mayer song comes to a fading end, the cab pulls up to the airport.

After about an hour of lingering preparation, you have finally taken your seats on the plane. The pilot announces that the take off has been delayed for half an hour, and that you don't have to be in your assigned seat just yet. Luke decides to stand up and stretch his legs, or so you thought, but he ends up doing what he calls a happy dance. To you, it looks like he's just trotting around and shaking his butt is some sort of weird, Canadian way, but to him, it's a happy dance. Even when the stewardess walked by giggling, he didn't stop. A blonde lady sitting behind you taps you on the shoulder and tells you you have a sexy boyfriend. You laugh and thank her.

When the pilot announces that all passenger should take their seats, Luke does. You pull out your trusty iPod once again. As Shenandoah, performed by Hayley Westenra, plays, Luke takes advantage of the moment. Before you know it, your face is in his hands, and his lips gently touch yours.

So far, has it been a good date?

6/13/10: Jonathan Toews

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Okay, just so we can get this thing started here, I will do another. Instead of doing it weekly, I will do at least one every week, but, for the most part, I will do them when I feel like it. I am going to have way too much fun with this one. With all that said, here we go:

Name: Jonathan Toews

DOB: April 29, 1988

Current NHL team: Chicago Blackhawks

It is a hot summer day in your small hometown. You and your best friend, Trina, have just picked up an ice cream at the local dairy. Originally, you two were going to go to the tennis park, but it is over a hundred degrees outside. You decide to stroll around downtown instead.

While you two are sitting on a bench next to the drizzling creek, an elderly couple and a man in his early twenties approach you. As he asks you to take their picture by the creek, the young man sees your "Chicago Blackhawks: Stanley Cup Champions" shirt that you are wearing, even though you are a long way from the Windy City. He smiles and, as you look from the camera to him, you immediatley know who he is. So does Trina, although she is not a huge Blackhawks fan like you. Your eyes widen in shock, and Trina instinctually drags you away.

"Can you believe it? Jonathan Toews!!" you whisper. You best friend reminds you to breathe. Slowly, you turn back to Jonathan and his grandparents. After snapping a couple pictures, Mrs. Antoinette Toews, Jonathan's grandmother, asks if you and Trina would give them a tour of your fabulous hometown. You are in shock but Trina says yes for you.

You bring them everywhere. You take them to the dairy do they could get ice cream, you visit over a dozen of your favorite shops, and you even take pictures with the many statues that are currently being displayed downtown. Finally, you lead them to the park where the bandstand is. While you are sitting down on a local picnic table, Jonathan dares you to go up on the bandstand and sing. You're not chicken, so you go up there, have fun, and try your best. Just to humor Jonny, you sing O Canada, which you just had to learn, since hockey originated in Canada. He expects that you know the French version, too, so he gives you a really bad time about it when you tell him you don't. You know that it's all in fun, though.

Just when you think the day might actually come to an end, Jonny's grandpa, Stephan Toews, blankly asks if you're Jonathan's girlfriend. You turn to Jonathan to let him answer.

(No, I don't really know the names of his grandparents, I made them up)

So, what do you think? What do you think Jonny will say? What do you want him to say?

6/11/10: Devan Dubnyk

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Name: Devan Dubnyk

DOB: May 4, 1986

Current NHL team: Edmonton Oilers

You hear a soft knock on the door. Even though you yell "COME IN," he only

steps in and waits patiently in the entryway. Being the nice little Canadian

boy he is, he took his shoes off and set them to the side of the door. You, on

the other hand, are still running around your bedroom half-dressed, because

you couldn't decide what to wear. Devan wouldn't tell you where he is taking

you this morning. All he told you is that you will need a jacket.

You finally settled on a pair of jeans, a red trench coat, and a pair of expensive

black boots. Quickly, you grab your sparkly, silver scarf and its matching

headband. As you spritz on the last spray of perfume, you run out into the

hallway to find Devan calmly waiting for you. He holds out a single pink rose

to you, which you immediately take and put in a nearby vase. He compliments your decorating skills,

but you tell him that your mother did it for you while you were on a weekend vacation with your best friend.

Once he leads you outside, you look for his car that's not there. He practically drags you across the street,

but you're having fun...until the heel on your left boot breaks off. Suddenly, you are laying on your back

on the sidewalk, but you are still laughing. Devan just lifts you up and decides to carry you the rest of the

way, which happens to be about five feet. Then, he opens a gate.

As you two walk alongside the creek, Devan repeatedly tries to make conversation. When he asks a question

that you don't have the answer to, you look over at him to see him blush. He smiles nervously, but doesn't make

conversation again. Instead, he reaches for your shoulders, pulls you close, leans down, and kisses you.

You don't know what to say, so you simply kiss him back. You close your eyes because the squirrel that seems

to be stalking you is very distracting. Now that you realize it, this boy is distracting. After ten lingering seconds,

he stops to tell you how pretty you are. His voice gives you chills. He sees you shivering and gives you his jacket.

You hand it back, but he eyes you suspiciously as you continue to shiver.

Without asking, Devan grabs your wrist and turns you around. He walks swiftly back toward the street. It's a bit

hard keeping up with him because the heel of your left boot is gone. Then, he slows down, realizing that it

became hard for you to keep up. He apologizes and places his arm around your shoulder.

As you return home, you stop on your front doorstep. "Sorry," he hinted, "this didn't go quite as I

planned." You look up into his beautiful brown eyes, and you immediately knew that he really meant it, so

you decided to give him another chance.

"Do you want to come inside?" You ask.

"Do you want me to come in?"

What do you think? Was it a good date? Would you bring him in?

Let us know!

6/11/10

Every Friday, I will post a date with an NHL player (that you pick through a poll), and you will decide if it was a successful or unsuccessful date through comments to the posts. We would love to know what happens next! You can share what you would do, and your thoughts about the player or date. We look forward to hearing from you!