Geddy was able to finally get the deed done with FG because he *truly* stopped caring about her over a year ago. Girls are that mentally disabled that when you stop caring is when they are most D. Like seriously girls what the **** is your problem.

Can all my exes please leave me alone. ****.

Yeah, me too. It wasn't until Sept 28 or so that I started to think there was actually even a slight chance these idiots could drag it out through the whole season. Before that I really thought it would be NBA'ish and they would get it cranked up after a couple of months...and all the "no way they ever lose the Winter Classic" loloptimism.

"They lost a whole season in 04-05...there's no way they are at the stupid and stubborn again" blah blah blah. That was all the talk in Aug and Sept.

Even more are bailing for Europe. Fehr is digging in his heels. Owners are staying tough. Mediators are sprinting out of there saying, "no freaking hope here and no need for us. We're going home."

Daly attending players owners only meeting, lollerskates.

In a way, Goose is correct. It's incredible what happens when you stop paying attention to girls...or, even better yet, hook up with other girls more or less directly in front of them after a national championship football game. They're strange attention-craving creatures. At my lowest points, I was more than happy to oblige for FG but I grew tired of that game a while ago. Still, I consider her an important part of my university experience and I really did cherish the time we spent together as good friends. So there was really no doubt that I had to see her on Friday for her going away/birthday party combo. She took a job at a new hospital in Calgary and she's leaving tomorrow, most likely out of my life for good.

I almost didn't make it - the GTA got hit with crazy winter weather on Friday and driving conditions were just about as treacherous as they get. One confirmed highway fatality on Friday and traffic came grinding to a halt by 6 pm. It literally took me almost 3 hours to make the trip to NF, which is usually done in under an hour, easily. I thought about turning around but it felt like that would be a mistake. Har har har.

I got to the hotel around 8 pm and met up with FG and her local friends from high school. In total, there were 8 of us and I barely knew anyone other than her. Didn't matter, I was there for a good time and a proper send off. Now, the one thing about FG is that she's not really a drinker and I rarely see her even a bit intoxicated, let alone sauced. She didn't get belligerent, but she was definitely feeling good. Glowing, couldn't stop smiling, the whole nine. Interesting development #1.

Quickly followed by interesting development #2: as we're preparing to leave for the bars, I'm putting on my coat in the designated guys' room (we had two rooms conjoined) and she comes over to me, starts to tug at the lapels on my coat and says "I'm really happy you came down here tonight. It means a lot. We're going to have a great night together." You know that thing girls do when they kinda bite their bottom lip in a suggestive manner and trail off a bit? Yeah, I got that show. So obviously, being the suave GOCB gentleman I am, I clearly swooped in for the Casablanca-style kiss, right? Hell no. All I did was whisper "I wasn't going to miss this for anything," smiled and walked out of the room. Advanced level technique, son. Dear God, I've come a long way since I started posting here.

Anyways, we walk outside along the touristy bits, we watch a bit of The Arkells show and check out the Red Bull Crashed Ice festivities, we bar hop a bit, we laugh, we joke...all the while, she's grabbing onto my arm, she's skipping along, etc. We take a few photos of us together, which we never do, and it starts to cross my mind that "oh my God, even though we've got 7 people staying in 2 rooms, I actually might close tonight. WITH FLYERS GIRL." Just need an opening...

We end up going to Fallsview Casino around 1:30 and we're all very buzzed. The group starts splitting up in different directions, pulled by the allure of various rigged table games, and I end up at the lounge with FG, surrounded by gorgeous cougars and the poor bastards paying for them. We share a birthday drink, I wish her well on her trip and it dawns on me that we're approaching the make-or-break point. She finishes her drink and asks me "what would you like to do now?"

...time for intermission.

so is steve fehr for the players

so yeah it's a sham ldo

geddy: very solid TR

awwwww yeahhhhhh

haha when a girl says this at like 2 in the morning you know you're in

you pimp, you!

It gets better.

Intermission almost done. I'm still in shock after the Costas MNF halftime lecture. btw, if anyone's interested and since he's done a ton of great work during the lockout, Bruce Arthur is having an absolutely epic (and uncharacteristic) meltdown on Twitter right now because of it. It's so crazy, I actually think there's a non-zero chance he gets reprimanded by the National Post. I'm not kidding...he's just lost it.

Brave man to say that on SNF. No Christmas card for him from the republicans or NRA

Silly me, it was SNF, not MNF. And like I said in the FAQ thread, I'm a pretty big proponent of handgun control but wow, did that ever feel wildly inappropriate.

Anyways, enough of that. Time to work on part 2.

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Just quickly tell Goose what kind of underwear she was wearing, so he can prepare his rebuttal.

I'm sure most of you enjoyed part 1. I'll apologize in advance for the tone of part 2 but I want the opportunity to paint the picture properly, so indulge me for a short while.

I'm a firm believer that a man is defined by the decisions he makes. We're all faced with decisions, we're given the free will to make them and all we have at our disposal for making them are perceptions of self and surroundings...but in the end, those decisions belong to us. I was faced with a decision on Friday night. Yes, it was actually a decision. Stop groaning.

There was a time when I was completely infatuated with this girl. You guys were all witnesses, in one of the most unique support groups I think I'll ever have access to. And many of my posts included appropriate amounts of jest and self-deprecation to enhance the entertainment value, but believe me, their inspiration was rooted in nothing but the actual, genuine experiences I've encountered and endured since I met this girl. The elation I felt when seeing her smile. The devastation I felt when she'd leave me stranded. The anger I felt when she'd ignore me until she needed a favour. The disappointment I felt when I upset her. The trepidation I felt when we finally put everything on the table last year...and the resulting heartbreak I felt when she made it abruptly clear we were nothing more than friends, unlikely to ever change.

In some respects, I wish I never met her. If I didn't meet her, I wouldn't have fallen for her. If I didn't fall for her, I wouldn't have had my heart broken. But then you realize that in almost every experience, there's intrinsic positive value, regardless of the outcome (yes, you ****ing nits, I'm sure there's not much positive value to be found in the experience of being run over by a bus, hence the introductory qualifier "almost"). I've had the opportunity to learn so much about myself during this ordeal; what's important to me, what should be important to me and who I'll allow to dictate those priorities.

I also came to a startling realization on Friday night, one which I've hinted at earlier but didn't really hit home until just now. As I'm spending an evening with this undoubtedly beautiful girl, I no longer feel those butterflies in my stomach. It's not related to increased confidence, although admittedly I've made massive strides with my level of self-belief when interacting with women. No, it's something else...I finally come to the realization that I'm just not that into her anymore. I'm legitimately over Flyers Girl. She just doesn't make me feel the same way.

Still, she's a smokeshow. She looks incredible on this night. And she's apparently looking for some action before she goes on a 4-day drive out west with her brother.

So here we are, after all we've been through over 3 years, most likely spending the last few moments together before she's gone for good. I have my opportunity to live out a fantasy, more or less. It's decision time. "What would you like to do now?"

I declined.

I know this isn't the answer you guys wanted to hear, but it's the answer I needed to arrive at. I made it on my own terms. To submit there was to confirm a belief she's had that she gets what she wants and I simply wasn't willing to comply. No, it's not every day that you have a beautiful woman advancing on you and taking out the guesswork, but there are other women out there...and that was very much the point. The moment Flyers Girl became just another girl to me - albeit with a history of disappointing me - the allure was gone.

I told her that we should check out some more table games. She was perplexed, maybe even a bit stunned. I'm not sure how often she's been turned down. I mean, ffs, this is a girl who had Mike Richards interested (although what broad doesn't interest Mikey? HEY-O!!). And while I'm still looking at this utterly confused girl in front of me, I said to her with a smile, "I'm having a great time. I'm really happy I came down tonight." I think that's when it clicked.

She decided to head out for some more food and late night drinking at one of the bars that was opened until 4 (certain places got special permits for the Crashed Ice festival), while I stayed and played a session of 2/5 NL at Fallsview and ran like death...****, it was bad. And when I left, I was stuck about $400, something which would've been easily avoided had I simply decided to make the obvious play a few hours earlier. Perhaps that's karma for turning down such a slam dunk. But boys, I've gotta be honest - it felt great.

We said our goodbyes the next morning. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek and I told her to let me know when she settles in out west. I'll legitimately miss her, she's a great girl. Flawed, but still a good person at heart and a unique individual who made an indelible impression on me. Still, I think I got the appropriate end to an engrossing saga. Time to move on.

Now, I know what you're thinking. I've just basically internet blue balled the **** out of you guys. You deserve better. So just give me a second to offer out an olive branch...hopefully it's worth it.

WATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Like sands through the hourglass, these are the days of Geddy's life

Good thing I offered that IRL challenge 'cause I can't beat this guy otherwise.

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