An introduction to what I have written since last night.
A chionophile is what you are, spending as much time on the ice as the average teenager spends on the phone. It is doubtful that you even own a phone. I have certainly found no social media accounts linked to you online and I have no recollection of ever seeing the device in your hand. You are a modern marvel, in more ways than one.
Not only are you a talented figure skater, but your academic record indicates that you are a strong contender for class valedictorian. By high school standards, you are also one of the most good looking guys on campus. Athleticism, handsomeness, intelligence, all of that makes you a triple threat.
Always too focused on practice, traveling across the rink, you never notice those of us in the bleachers. Other skaters are not as fixated on the ice as you. They are entirely too concerned about being watched. They revel in the attention from shallow fans.
Of course, not treating the sport as seriously as you also means they are not as adept on the ice as you. You are as graceful as the arctic fox while everyone else is comparable to disoriented walruses flapping around the rink.
Being unconcerned with your audience also means that it does appear you have not noticed me. You are not entirely oblivious of your surroundings. It is simply that you value what deserves your attention, and that means I have to find a way to get you to notice me. And not just notice me, but also for you to find me worthy enough of your continued attention.
A chionophile is what you are, spending as much time on the ice as the average teenager spends on the phone. It is doubtful that you even own a phone. I have certainly found no social media accounts linked to you online and I have no recollection of ever seeing the device in your hand. You are a modern marvel, in more ways than one.
Not only are you a talented figure skater, but your academic record indicates that you are a strong contender for class valedictorian. By high school standards, you are also one of the most good looking guys on campus. Athleticism, handsomeness, intelligence, all of that makes you a triple threat.
Always too focused on practice, traveling across the rink, you never notice those of us in the bleachers. Other skaters are not as fixated on the ice as you. They are entirely too concerned about being watched. They revel in the attention from shallow fans.
Of course, not treating the sport as seriously as you also means they are not as adept on the ice as you. You are as graceful as the arctic fox while everyone else is comparable to disoriented walruses flapping around the rink.
Being unconcerned with your audience also means that it does appear you have not noticed me. You are not entirely oblivious of your surroundings. It is simply that you value what deserves your attention, and that means I have to find a way to get you to notice me. And not just notice me, but also for you to find me worthy enough of your continued attention.