He's just THE Sidney Crosby...

I ran to the floor's nurses station. No one was there. On the other side of the counter he appeared.
"You know you are very pretty." He broke the dead silence.
"Why thank you for the flattery Mr. Crosby, but I'm pretty sure your wife wouldn't like you hitting on another woman." I softly spoke.
"You think I'm married? I haven't even had a girlfriend since I was 22. That was almost five years ago. I don't date often." He replied.
"Well I guess I'm just another girl." I snickered.
"Actually I don't need a little kid to get me a date. I'm perfectly capable of asking you on a date myself. I might be Sidney Crosby but I do have a social life." He added.
"But you haven't had a girlfriend in five years." I snapped at him. I don't need a man who wants me for what's between my legs and that's it. Between those years, he has probably gotten laid at least 100 times.
"I have a social life just not a sex life. That's why she broke up with me." He replied under his breath.
I couldn't think of anything to say.
He's Sidney Crosby.
I'm a college student.
He wants me.
I'm only 20.
He's 27.
Sidney Crosby wants me to go on a date with him.
Wait...
He's SIDNEY CROSBY!
At that moment I darted to the nearest ladies room I could find. I felt it coming.
Word vomit.