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?

6/20/10: 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?