Summer Tennis

I think the best time to play tennis is during the summer heat. There’s absolutely no one playing tennis during the hours of 12 and 4. The courts are all empty. Aside from the heat, there’s nothing holding you back. Just make sure to bring a lot of water. Oh, and play topless.

Because that’s what we did. And I have say, Wesley has one of the nicest bodies that God can ever give. He is truly blessed. Just watching that stomach jiggle while he chases the ball. Thank you, God. Aside from Wesley’s body attracting the stares of the girls around us, there were no distractions. That’s how I like it. Empty courts. I love the sound of the ball making contact with the racket. I love the sound of the shuffling feet against the ground. I love the feeling you get when you have to chase after the ball just out of your reach. I especially love the water breaks after a long rally. Wesley didn’t come prepared with enough water, so I shared with him my Camelbak water bottle. You know, the ones where you bite and suck.

“Here you go, Wesley”. I passed him my water bottle. Once done, he passed it back and as I gulped down my share of water, he said, “By the way, I have AIDS”. I wiped the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and said, “That’s okay. So do I”. Then, he told me I was sick. There’s absolutely no sense with this guy. When this guy says he thinks his girlfriend’s mom is hot, it’s all right, but if I ever said something like that, I’m disgusting. I just can’t win.