It's raining men...

Ok, a man!

Don't get giddy with excitement...yet. But, I'll leave that for me.

Yes, it was hotter than Hades yesterday. But, T and I braved the 3-digit degrees to go to Ladies Night for tennis.

2 hours of sauna tennis! Woohoo! I thought all day...slight sarcasm. Although, I secretly hoped I'd sweat 20 lbs off.

To set the scene: 12 women (I'm the youngest by prob 15 years), a tennis pro, his asst, 4 courts...The first hour is drills, second hour play.

T & I get kept together because I think they think we're siamese twins.

We got placed with the Asst...we'll call him Crystal Clear I Could Fall Into Your Blue Eyes.

Well gosh darn it. Within 10 minutes, T was already grinning and making comments under her breath about him.

I ate the extra attention up nonassumingly but with a huge spoon. He'd stop the group to give me extra instruction. And, I def got more affirmations than the others.  Then, during ball pick up, he'd come to show me more 'grips.' (You have permission to cackle at me.)

Then it was time to play...three 20 minutes mini-matches. The pro and asst set up the matches.

• Match 1: T & I against people.
• Match 2: Blue Eyes & I against people. (Don't worry my eyes didn't roll all the way back when they called out this lineup.) I savored it. And, don't worry Ellen I accepted his compliments, asked questions, and affirmed him (the darn typical formula...yuck). I will say we were GREAT teammates. But, that could be my biased perception.
• Match 3: Pro & I vs. Blue Eyes & T...Special Note about this match...basically it was Pro & Blue Eyes grunting back and forth...then, Blue Eyes would kindly and gently hit it to me to include me so that I could hit it to T.  But, that could be my biased perception.

We chatted some. All initiated by him. But, that could be my biased perception.

Blue Eye's mom was there playing and like any quaint mother hen...she came and introduced herself and maneuvered a quick bio out of me.

So, here's to Blue Eyes. Granted nothing may come of this. But, you affirmed the hope I have that there are wonderful men in existence.

Oh, he's around my age, taller, and just became a US Citizen last week at Monticello. He's Canadian. Great, our children's last names could alternate. 

We shut the door and T  gleefully adds, "I could stare into those blue eyes all day long." Golliday.

Moral of the Story: I've already asked the brother for a private lesson on Friday. He agreed.