ADVENTURE 11

One thing I love about tennis is that it's a social game. If you play at the same level, you can make friends with just about anyone. Since I'm in the market for friends, I figured I'd take my Dad's advice and "join a tennis club." It's his advice on pretty much anything you ask him.

Dad, I'm not sure what to do about my job.

It's simple Mala, join a tennis club.

Dad, I'm so stressed out lately.

Mala, you need to join a tennis club.

Dad, it's so inconvenient to play tennis in New York.

That's why I never moved there Mala. There should be more tennis clubs.

Dad I'm trying to meet people in Houston. Think it's time to join a tennis club?

Yes. I've been saying that for years.

At least he's predictable. I figured a Meet Up group is one step closer to a club. So I signed up and quickly got a response from a man named Michael. I was so pumped! Friday night, booked, a tennis match and possibly a new friend.

I drive up to the park (which is completely empty) and see the courts lit up and Michael ready to play. We start chatting, found out he recently moved here from Syracuse, NY and like me, moved here for a "business trip" (he just called it work, I like to say business trip because it's less permanent). We start rallying and I'm thrilled because a) he can hit! b) it's 75 degrees in November c) I'm playing tennis...for free...under lights...with no wait. God bless Texas!

We really for a bit and then decide to play a set. Turns out Michael creams me 6-1. And I'm ticked. We come to the net to exhibit our good sportsmanship and then Michael proceeds to get closer to me at which point I'm anticipating a pat on the back. Instead Michael brings me in to give me a hug and proceeds to put his face directly against mine, nuzzle close into my neck and hold me there...for a solid 30 seconds. Playing a set of tennis = sweat. Michael's face against mine = sweat on my cheek, neck and in my hair. As I walk back to the baseline to start the second set I'm a bit taken aback. Here I thought I had a great new tennis partner, but turns out when Lululemon makes workout clothes, they serve a dual purpose. To exercise AND get hit on. To get back at Michael, I took him down 6-4. And then took this picture so you could meet him. Please realize this was a sacrifice because he held his hand on my back for way too long, then proceed to walk me to my car, attempt a final hug, and ask for my number.

Michael, I just wanted to hit, not get hit on. You are fabulous blog post material and an excellent tennis player.

Oh and thanks for the game. Here's my gift back to you from one of my people.

And Houston, thank you for year round outdoor tennis!!