I have serious issues.
I probably don’t look or sound or seem like it, but I’m a pretty private person. And when it comes to personal space, it’s definitely a whole arm’s length of space between strangers and me. Any closer and I feel trapped. That is why, I suck terribly at netball.
My work place has an indoor netball team and they needed a few more girls. I agreed since I’m a nice person. I went and … words cannot express how much my skin crawled for the whole game. In my whole life, I’ve played <6 netball games, indoor or outdoor. I forgot how much I don’t know about netball and how much friggin contact there is. The other team were aggressive as a fucking rhinoceros in heat.
There is one guy on the opponent’s team and he was flying everywhere like fuckin’ Superman. Of course, the way he played it was as if his life depended on it. But there’s no need to be rude. Like … when I didn’t know what the referee was shouting about so I just gave him the ball, he … snatched it from me as I’m going to take it and throw at his dick. Him snatching it make me really want to do it.
Anyway, I played defense because I cannot handle the whole “stepping” rule and I have butter fingers. So opponent is ready to shoot, the other opponent’s attacker is fucking dancing around me. I have a long-sleeved hoodie on with shorts and she’s wearing those tight gym pants and a tank top. I could feel her skin literally dancing on my skin through my hoodie. My heart was torn between running the fuck away from it or socking her in the face. AEJFHASDJF. JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCRUB MYSELF TO DEATH. WHY AM I A FREAK LIKE THIS FFS.
Honestly, I would have agreed to give them the point just so she would stop body-dancing around me. When I step in front of her to block, she would dance around me so I was behind. It was annoying. SHE WAS ANNOYING. I realize this is netball and this is how the attacker’s roll in the game but guuuh. Full on respect for professional netball teams.
Moving on to better things, we had this guy on our team. We work in the same area but I’ve never worked with him before. He’s about early- to mid-30s. Tall like a basketball player (he actually plays basketball). I never really thought of him as attractive … until he played today. Holy. Shit.
He was amazing on court. He could shoot, he could defend, he can grab the ball, he was like a fucking panther on the field. Damn. Too bad he’s married.
Shit, what the hell is wrong with me. Handling stranger’s skin contact like a leper, crushing on mid-30s married men. I … need to go see a psychiatrist.
First posted at Teacup.