question: have any popular nhl players dated poc? i swear i only see a sea of blondes
it depends how you define popular. i think one of the more well-known players who used to date a poc was nathan mackinnon, when he was with vanessa morgan. allegedly, matthew tkachuk dated a filipino girl way back too but i think it was more of a situationship. their is probably some others, but those are the only ones that come to mind.
these guys will hook up with people outside their "type," but when it comes to settling down and getting serious, their mold is almost always the cookie-cutter, basic white girl. the annual wag pics are solid proof of this lol... if you're lucky, there might be one poc in the entire group photo, and even then, they're usually mixed rather than fully poc... it still counts but it goes for show too.
was just listening to nate mackinnon's post-awards interview, and the way he talks about his girlfriend does make me giggle a little. straight-up saying he doesn't see her very much because he's so committed to the sport. of all the guys in this league, he's the one I could most believe is too consumed with his full-time physical and emotional affair with his beloved ice hockey to sustain a relationship, let alone cheat. (I don't actually know what his deal is or whether he fucks around or anything like that, I assume they have some sort of understanding about his priorities, but it is kinda funny to me, it was almost like he forgot she was there but I guess it works for him!)
Dude, it's so crazy lol if you didn't know he was in a relationship, you could never guess off how he talks and what he posts
You mentioned Mackinnon earlier and the one thing I remember about him is not problematic, just kinda dramatic, but I think he had a bit of a messy break up with his ex and during that she revealed he likes to eat ass. She liked a post on IG that said something like ‘you can unfollow me but you can never un-eat my ass’ or something like that. It was pretty funny at the time to see and caused a bit of a stir.
😭😭😭 i’m crying 😭😭😭
good for him! (?) or good for her?
anon the way you typed this 😭😭😭 thank you for this!!! just laughed for a good minute thank you!!!
Congrats on 800!! Number 14 with Nathan mackinnon??
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You're one of them girls / Broke every heart in your hometown / On the day you rolled out / Got 'em all wishin' on stars now (One of Them Girls, Lee Brice) - Nathan MacKinnon
Nate wondered if you had any idea how goddamn sexy you were — his best guess was no, you had not the slightest clue.
The swing of your hips as you strutted around the pool table trying to determine which ball you wanted to aim toward which pocket was subtle, natural — if it had been forced or dramatized, Nate’s eyes would’ve easily drifted elsewhere. But he was drawn to you in a way that he hadn’t been drawn to anyone else in ages.
You had peeled the label off your last two Bud Lights — Nate knew this because he had watched you do it. So, he talked himself into buying you a third, then approached the pool table with his head ducked slightly, his blue eyes peeking out from beneath his blonde brow sheepishly. When you’d taken your shot, you stood up straight, tucking your hand in your back jeans pocket. Finally, you met Nate’s gaze. He stayed put, the hand holding the Bud Light extended awkwardly, at an odd distance which caused you to question whether he had brought the beverage for you or was simply double-fisting. You quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips.
Eventually, Nate shook off his daze, cleared his throat, and stepped forward.
“I, uh… this is for you.”
He set the bottle down on the cherry oak of the table and stepped back again, awaiting your reaction.
You leaned on your pool stick, glancing at the bottle before your eyes fell back to Nate.
“How many girls you buy a beer for here tonight?” you asked, tilting your chin upward skeptically.
Nate gulped. He was far from a playboy, but he liked to think he had at least a decently charming way with women. You, however, were having none of it, and seemed completely unaffected by what little game he had.
“Just you,” he assured with a single shake of his head.
You broke into a full, disarming, dazzling smile which could have knocked Nate clean over. You reached for the beer and tipped the bottleneck in his direction.
“Thank you,” you said before taking a long pull. Nate tried to tear his eyes away from your full lips around the mouth of the bottle, but found himself unable to. “But just so you know, I’m not trying to meet anyone — I’m just here for the party, ya know?”
It was Nate’s turn to smirk.
“Oh, you’re one of those girls,” he drawled.
Your brows lifted.
“Excuse me?” you asked accusingly, accompanied by an unamused chuckle.
Nate laughed. “No, no, not like you’re thinking,” he placated. “No, but I know you… I know you better than you think I do.”
It was your turn again, and your eyes never left Nate’s as you walked backward to the far side of the pool table — they only briefly flicked to the felt as you lined up a shot, sunk a ball, and immediately found his gaze again.
“Tell me what you think about me, then,” you challenged, standing up straight to put one purple plum-manicured hand on your hip.
Nate’s eyes sparkled, amazed that you had entertained him even to this point. He crossed his arms and began.
“Well… I would venture to bet that you just moved here, at least fairly recently, which is why you say you’re not looking for anything. And I bet you broke a lotta guys’ hearts the day you rolled outta your hometown.”
It was your turn to tuck your chin to your chest as you felt the heat rising on your neck, a useless attempt to hide your bashful smile from this mystery man who had a face you couldn’t quite place. When you were able to face him again, you gestured for him to continue.
He took half a dozen slow steps toward you, until his towering figure shadowed you, but not in a way that felt intimidating or threatening. Instead it was welcome, and warm.
“If I asked you to dance right now, you’d say no, even if you actually wanted to. You like to make people wonder. You also definitely wouldn’t give me your number, even if I asked you for it real nice.”
You shook your head good-naturedly, rolling your eyes, and bit at the inside of your cheek as Nate’s stare intensified.
“But you’re definitely somebody I’d like to get to know, so I’m just trying to figure out how to go about that, I guess,” he admitted.
You blinked a few times at his unabashed honesty, not something you were at all accustomed to — someone just showing their hand like that. Nate glanced at the girl across the table who announced that it was your turn again. You gently pushed past him to take your shot, lowering your torso over the table as you called the 8 ball, then watching on as it rolled toward and found its home in the corner pocket, eliciting groans from the others around you who had watched you dominate the table for an hour now. You simply shrugged playfully before relinquishing your pool stick and approaching Nate once more. He was clapping slowly by the time you reached him. You shoved at his shoulder.
“Well done,” he praised, not that you needed his reassurance that you’d done a good job. “So, now, will you dance with me?” he ventured.
You clucked your tongue. “Oh, absolutely not.”
Nate chuckled. Okay, he’d set himself up for that one.
Before him, your eyes danced though your feet refused.
“But, uh… I wouldn’t object if you bought me another beer.”
