Luckily this time it went well for the protagonists.
Last night, really late (close to midnight) I was walking back from a gathering with girl (Kelly) I didn't know real well. We where getting a long well, etc... Anyway, we went along a boardwalk next to the Charles River (in Boston/Cambridge). It was all snowy and icy covered. This being a new experience pretty much for me, we walked onto a canoe dock. I poked my foot at the slushy ice and went to write something rude in the snow. I hear a weird slump, and a muffled yelp. I turn and see Kelly is in the frigid water abdomen deep and slipping. I rush over and pull her out, barely keeping myself on the very slick plastic coated in snow dock. I give her my coat to wrap around her legs, and we head to the T stop (subway), about a block or two away. Without much argument, I get her to remove her soaked jeans and use my coat (she had a synthetic skirt, it stayed decently dry). After brief comparison of home trip times, we decide my place is much closer. So we go there, she gets in a nice hot shower while I slap some soup on the stove, she stays the night (subway no longer running, we probably caught the last train as it was). We watch Happy Gilmore, (that's what Netflix felt like sending me) then fall asleep exhausted.
Next morning, some lovely oatmeal for breakfast, then OMG YOU SAVED MY LIFE sex. Hell yeah.
Now we are very well aquinted and very good friends. She's got a few years on me (considering I am a freshman in college and she's going for grad school).
Thinking about this with 24 hours of hind sight since the incident:
~Stay the HELL away from frozen rivers.
~Always have more coat than you need.
~Wearing 60 year old army surplus coats (M-1954 FTW)and flannels are conducive to keeping wet girls warm.
~Walking around frozen Boston in a Zombie Tools tshirt, cowboy hat, and Wrangler Hero cargoes while escorting a fine young lady scores you mega awesome bonuses.
~Just flat out don't trust the North East and stay in Texas.
~Rescuing women from the face of icy doom is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
~Despite the fact she feels rather chipper and excited about the whole affair, I can't help but feel guilty. It was my idea to go out onto the dock after all :T
So, did I do alright? I immediately thought about calling 911, but once we got to the T stop and got her out of her jeans, things seemed to be going a lot better. Later, while I was making oatmeal she was browsing my computer, found Zombie Squad and was like "So this is why you are so prepared for everything!".
Baby, don't worry, I'm from the internet.
