Love means nothing to them
"Why should you never date a tennis player?
Because LOVE means nothing to them."
My mom is secretly full of athletic talent. One time, when I was young, she wanted me to play tennis with her. It was awful. She, having great hand-eye coordination, would hit balls over the net straight to me and I, having zero hand-eye coordination, would cower, move out of the way to not get hit, or miss them by a mile when I finally swung my racket. This would continue for about an hour until I would get frustrated and tell her as much or more.
A month ago, I took tennis lessons. As awful as it was to be the worst student there by far, I learned that my hand-eye coordination is not as bad as it used to be. Although I would have gotten the award for "most enthusiasm, no natural talent" it was good to see myself improve over the course of a month. I bend my wrist. ALL the time. I still bend my wrist all the time. The teachers would try really hard to correct it, and I would just say in my head - at least I'm making contact with the ball. This is a BIG step for me. Bonus: I can now serve with about 65% accuracy. That's pretty good when it's up from zero.
My mom and I played tennis just the other day. It was better. The ball went back and forth. She still won the game (5-2), but I held my own far better than I did when I was younger. We were having fun and keeping score and I was not annoyed with her enthusiasm despite my being generally not skilled at the game. It's nice to pick things up being more mature to put up with my all-talented mother who always knew how to do everything I wasn't good at when I was a kid. We talked about her trying to teach me tennis as a child, and consequently got into a fake fight as I claimed that there was no instruction! "I wasn't going to get better by you continuously hitting balls at me!" She laughed, told me I was intense, but overall I think was happy that a) I'm better at tennis and willing to play her, and b) that she's still better at playing than I am.
I play with a friend every now and then. He played in high-school and is, of course, actually good at it. (Also, he tells me not to bend my wrist.) He's the one who says the "love means nothing" joke at least once while we are playing. Look, I'm never going to be good at tennis, but with a little bit more practice I'll maybe be able to hold my own.
Being an adult and trying new things is hard. However, being an adult is awesome because I get to try new things.
0-0. Love all.
Because LOVE means nothing to them."
My mom is secretly full of athletic talent. One time, when I was young, she wanted me to play tennis with her. It was awful. She, having great hand-eye coordination, would hit balls over the net straight to me and I, having zero hand-eye coordination, would cower, move out of the way to not get hit, or miss them by a mile when I finally swung my racket. This would continue for about an hour until I would get frustrated and tell her as much or more.
A month ago, I took tennis lessons. As awful as it was to be the worst student there by far, I learned that my hand-eye coordination is not as bad as it used to be. Although I would have gotten the award for "most enthusiasm, no natural talent" it was good to see myself improve over the course of a month. I bend my wrist. ALL the time. I still bend my wrist all the time. The teachers would try really hard to correct it, and I would just say in my head - at least I'm making contact with the ball. This is a BIG step for me. Bonus: I can now serve with about 65% accuracy. That's pretty good when it's up from zero.
My mom and I played tennis just the other day. It was better. The ball went back and forth. She still won the game (5-2), but I held my own far better than I did when I was younger. We were having fun and keeping score and I was not annoyed with her enthusiasm despite my being generally not skilled at the game. It's nice to pick things up being more mature to put up with my all-talented mother who always knew how to do everything I wasn't good at when I was a kid. We talked about her trying to teach me tennis as a child, and consequently got into a fake fight as I claimed that there was no instruction! "I wasn't going to get better by you continuously hitting balls at me!" She laughed, told me I was intense, but overall I think was happy that a) I'm better at tennis and willing to play her, and b) that she's still better at playing than I am.
I play with a friend every now and then. He played in high-school and is, of course, actually good at it. (Also, he tells me not to bend my wrist.) He's the one who says the "love means nothing" joke at least once while we are playing. Look, I'm never going to be good at tennis, but with a little bit more practice I'll maybe be able to hold my own.
Being an adult and trying new things is hard. However, being an adult is awesome because I get to try new things.
0-0. Love all.
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