Humiliation!

Last night, to my astonishment, I lost a tennis match 6-1,6-2. Why is this such a big deal you ask? Well, I was beat by a Utard that has only played for two years. I have played for almost my whole life. You know what makes it even worse? We put a wager on it, that in the end he provided the ice cream instead of me. Can I even keep one shred of dignity?

Despite the fact that I lost horribly and completely, I still had a great time. Talked some smack, tried to keep my temper under control, and didn't even swear once. My racket did find its way to ground once, however, but I don't think he saw that. Why is it that when I play someone who just happened to pick up the sport always beats me? It has happened multiple times before and will most likely continue to happen for years to come. Another source of frustration is that he wasn't even a pretty tennis player. His form was all for naught and his serve kicked butt when it was in. What were all those lessons for? To look good when I lose? I will add that I thought I looked good in my favorite skirt.

I really did have a great time. It was nice to get out there and hit the ball with a good looking gentleman. It's not every day that I play with someone better looking than myself.