Rendezvous with a classmate
He was quite a gentleman, he opened the door for me and I followed him in. I was somewhat embarrassed because I’ve known this guy for months and I couldn’t remember his name; it was like that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry only remembered that his girlfriend’s name sounded like a female body part (her name was Deloris). He cut right to the chase and asked me if I was ready for this. I was a little bit nervous, but I managed to pull myself together and I replied with, “umm, sure.” Before I knew it we attacked each other like animals sweating, panting, picking up the pace, then slowing down to a graceful tempo, going faster again, occasionally shouting out uncontrollably, and taking turns dominating each other. It felt so incredible to finally meet my match, he definitely had skillz, and there was no question about it! No Sir! I was quite impressed with some of the moves and flexibility he displayed which was quite uncharacteristic of his usual reserved demeanor. I couldn’t help but laugh in the middle as I watched some of his facial expressions, ranging from ear to ear smiling to a convoluted-almost-painful-contorted gaze. I do hope I didn’t offend him. In the climactic end, I was certain my heart would explode and instead I collapsed on the floor. Victory was mine! I had won both games, 15-13 and 15-14. It was the closest game and most physical and challenging experience I’ve had in many months. My winning streak climbed to an unstoppable 3-0, surely I had become invincible! After the tournament I went home and thought to myself, “Why bother with relationships when you have racquetball?”