Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Tennis: My Date with James Blake

Tonight, I took myself to the tennis. I hemmed or hawed about whether or not going to a sporting event alone was one of those things I can do. Turns out, it totally is. I was determined to document the entire thing with my spectacular photographer skills, but that ended poorly. As soon as they started playing, I was lost in numerous daydreams about what my life will be like when James and I get married (I am hoping he googles his name and then isn't creeped (apparently 'creeped' is not a word, but he certainly wouldn't be crept out. Although now its underlining 'wouldn't' -- help me help you, dictionary) out by my love for him - its a long shot, but a girl can dream, no?).

The night started with this:

A falcon with a helmet on. In Melbourne Park. It makes all the sense. If 'all the sense' is code for the opposite of logic. In which case, the fact that I got sunburned at 7 pm in January also makes all the sense.

After standing in line for nearly an hour, this man walked out on court. We made eye contact and I think I can safely speak for both of us when I say that at that moment it was clear we were meant to be together.

It was a romantic evening with two smitten people. It was like those other thousands of people weren't even there. It was a perfectly average night, he played Wii tennis while I cheered on his game and appreciated his beauty from the sofa. Le Sigh.

Marry me?


  1. I woulda dry humped even the wii at this point.


    *blink blink

    was that too much information? (like I have limitations)

  2. And when your eyes met he thought "Who is this enchanting young girl with the amazing crazy fro like hair? I must meet her!"

  3. Ms. Decoybetty

    ROTFLMAO...I've read all your tennis blogs...I've thoroughly enjoyed them...I Like your sense of humor...I myself am an avid tennis player with a love for the you play? I watched the Aussie Open online this year...loved it! Would be great to be in Melbourne in 2010 to see it up close and personal.

  4. Aw, thank you Anonymous. I do not play (I don't play well anyway, I have like zero hand-eye coordination) - i just judge other people who do. it's AWESOME to go to the Australian Open.