Jefferson had gone to the ice skating rink with the romantic notion of meeting someone special. He imagined a lovely scenario in which he was skating by A Lady just as she lost her balance and he'd reach out and save her from falling. They'd share a meaningful glance and the rest would be history. In reality, Jefferson was the one who lost his balance and had to be caught by A Lady, and instead of being asked for his phone number, he was asked to leave. In his defense, he wanted a hot chocolate to help warm him up, but he didn't have much money on him and the malt liquor was cheaper.
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