My Epic Ski Love

Unit 3: The Slippery Slopes

I know! What a twist, props to me. I mean it's not much of a twist since it was more like withholding information, but if my love at first sight wasn't really at first sight then would it really be love at first sight? Well, yes, this just wasn't the first sight. But that, well, let's not get into that. What matters now, is what happens next. And boy oh boy, let me tell you, it is quite the anecdote. I'd go so far as to say that I would tell our children this story. Well, where was I? Ah, yes, Dapper Don the Classic Capone, my mafia boyfriend, at the time, of course. Nothing more than a measly autumn love. Not to say I didn't love the man. I just didn't love the man.
After being thrown around, how I usually am because of my tiny complex, I had to gear up. Skis, special boots, more skiing things, hat, the works I tell you. If I was going to face this absolute babe, I needed to be prepared. There wasn't anything that could happen that I wasn't ready for. And so, I headed for the slopes. I hopped on the ski lift and well, I wasn't expected to be lifted, I mean who the heck comes up with something like that. Ski lift, lift the skiers, who said that would be a good idea. Anyway, I was on the ski lift, and there he was, two rows in front of me. I could almost smell him. I was so eager, I threw a snowball at the woman in front of me so she would get out of the way. It was all in good faith of course.
He jumped off the ski lift and he went soaring. I was starstruck. Never in my life have I seen such beauty and grace, the way he steered away from the small children blocking his rightful path. Then it was my turn... Have I skied before? Well, would I have come on a ski trip if I didn't know how to ski? Of course I would. I heaved my way off. Stumbled a little, of course, but who doesn't? And I was off. Almost off the cliff, if it wasn't for the children, used them as rails. I knocked a couple down to gain some speed, if I was going to impress this godly man, I would have to catch up. Honestly, at this point, what am I even writing? Anyway, I chased him to the bottom of the mountain. This was nothing like I have ever done before! Then, disaster struck. A child, a sled, and I. My ski nudged him a bit. What that little nudge did to me? I went flying. Flew all the way down the mountain, tumbling like last years rotisserie chicken. And there was no stopping either. Not until I got to the bottom. I did, in fact, get there before he did. My clothes were disheveled, my hair in it's messy bun had some crumbs of snow, and my super tiny hands were numb.
He got to the bottom of the hill a minute or so after me and... I went for it. It felt like a movie. I was running towards him, skis and all, our eye contact never broke, although I couldn't see his face because of his goggles and mask, and just when I was about to throw my arms around him and call the minister... Dapper Don the Classic Capone throws me over his shoulders and sends us on our way.