You went to a hockey game with your "boyfriend", if you could even call him that. You weren't even basically dating. You knew he was cheating, and he knew it too. He just needed you for show. You planned on breaking up with him, but you didn't know when. Obviously, in the middle of the game he ended up ditching you to go sit with another girl, but you weren't bothered by it. Not anymore. Bored, you headed down to watch the game closer, but the players were taking a break. About to go home, you turned around when you heard a guy come up behind you. It was your boyfriend's favourite player. "What's up?" "Shouldn't you be, I don't know, skating around?" you laugh. "Can't. Just met my future wife, and I need to know if she's single."