Second First Chances and Slippery Slopes
Our favorite diva, Dawn, is back in the dating game! And not just with anyone – she's rekindling a flame with a tall, dark, and utterly delicious glass of water (you know what we mean!). He'd asked her out on their second first date, and the butterflies in her stomach were doing the tango. Nerves? Absolutely. But excitement? Even more so.
Dawn, ever the queen, dedicated herself to finding the perfect outfit. Something that would make his jaw drop – a triple take, if you will. Two hours of primping later, she was a masterpiece. The doorbell rang just as she was applying the final touch of mascara. With a girlish skip, she answered the door, only to be completely mesmerized. Standing before her was a tall, dark chocolate Adonis. He leaned in for a kiss, presenting her with a small milk chocolate rose (because he remembered – she hates flowers but loves chocolate). They shared a laugh that settled deep in your soul and headed toward his car.
But fate, it seems, had other plans. Halfway down the driveway, a tiny patch of ice, a veritable ninja of winter mischief, lay in wait. Dawn, in all her fabulousness, took one last step as a proud, confident woman… and the next second, she was ass over tilt, sprawled in the snow, making an impromptu snow angel while the moon chuckled down at her misfortune.
She closed her eyes momentarily, gathering the remnants of her dignity. When she opened them, she saw a face etched with concern. 2.2 seconds later, that concern morphed into something else entirely: uncontrollable cackling. He was howling with laughter. And then, the counter-attack. A flurry of snowballs rained down, one finding its mark right in his open mouth. Caught completely off guard, he found himself joining our diamond diva in the snow.
What could have been an incredibly awkward moment transformed into something magical. "I missed your laugh," he breathed. Dawn, her cheeks flushed despite the cold, replied, "I missed your smile."
And so, instead of a night out on the town, they spent the evening in, on a familiar couch, wrapped in the warmth of a familiar love.
Moral of the story: Ice melt. Use it. Before a date, before anything. Because you never know when you might fall head over heels…or just head over tilt in the snow. Lol.
