I hurt my back at work last weekend and I knew I shouldn't be playing tennis so soon with all of the sporadic twisting, but it was perfect weather, I needed the exercise, and I wasn't going to sit at home and watch television, so I decided to give it a try. I warmed up and stretched carefully but as soon as I started, I knew I should probably stop. It was hurting with every swing of the racket. I was pissed, partly due to the discomfort and partly because I lugged my shit all the way to work and then to the court for nothing.
A few minutes in, I served a hard one. Lana was wearing dark glasses so I didn't realize she wasn't looking.
As the ball hurdled toward her she made no move to return the serve. It was too late by the time I realized what was happening, and the ball hit her square in her left breast.
"I'm so sorry", I called across the court. "Are you ok?"
Far from the kind of girl to lose her temper, I was surprised when she froze and then turned to me slowly.
"Maybe if I wasn't the only one picking up balls, I would have seen that coming".
This was in reference to the remark I made a few minutes before about how I was impressed she was actually moving her ass to pick up some balls as I usually have to feed them to her one at a time.
I felt bad that I hit her and so I was probably defensive. And my back hurt. And I knew I shouldn't have bothered coming out to play. I guess I kind of lost it.
"Are you KIDDING me? I just accidentally hit you and you're giving me attitude? You know what, I don't need your shit."
I zipped my racket up and started to gather my things. As I was doing it I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn't stop myself. She started to walk toward me.
"Are you really leaving?"
"Yes", I answered, but silently adding, 'unless you say the right thing, even though I should probably stop playing to save my back, and yet I want to play'.
I continued aloud, "I'm not in the mood for this. You would never have said that if it was anyone else."
She stood there for a moment, before she spoke.
"You're right, but that's because I feel close enough to you that I CAN say that. But I shouldn't have given you attitude. I was just reacting to getting hit."
"Well obviously I didn't do it on purpose."
There was a long pause.
"I'm sorry for hurting your boob", I said, unzipping my racket.