Ariel's night

So for whatever reason the holidays brings the dudes out of the woodwork, exes or past hookups or the guy who keeps asking you out but never seems to materialize. Maybe it's because the holidays bring out our softer, sentimental side, reminding us it's a time for togetherness and sharing the gifts of the season. Or maybe it's the desperate plea for a sympathy fuck. At any rate, I got a blast from the past who was quite insistent that we meet up IMMEDIATELY, despite the fact that months and months had gone by without contact. Like suddenly it was a matter of national importance, hundreds of innocent lives could be lost if we didn't have dinner. So I agreed, sure, Wednesday night. And I waited. And waited. No call, no appearance, not even a secret agent at my door with those earpieces for the deaf, telling me that the meeting will commence at 0800. Huh. So I settled on the couch with cold pizza and turned on the last quarter of the Rose Bowl.
Holy Shit! What an amazing game! Can you believe that Vince Young?!? Uh, who's the Heisman Trophy winner again? Carroll, I thought you were gonna show us Pats fans what we lost. Wha happened? That last touchdown by Young actually made me a little weepy. Those legs! Those wobbly throws that somehow connect! What a QB!
Wait a minute, aren't I supposed to be checking my phone with the panic-stricken nature of a heroin addict flicking the needle? Am I going against my evolutionary nature? Are my testosterone levels increasing to the point that I'll have to start shaving? Or have I simply stumbled upon the real gifts of the season?