Picking up a racquet for the very first time at the ripe old age of 32, he was surprisingly good. Managed to hit a couple back. I was suitably impressed.
We were invited to a potluck later that evening. Paul said he had an idea for an activity after the dinner. I made the mistake of asking what- and he said "go play more tennis." I may have grimaced.
Then he offered to pick me up from the BART this evening, after a full day of work and a gym visit of my own. I thought- how nice to give me a break from the walk home.
He took me to the tennis court. I am not even joking.
Here's the new horse- Hero
