So my earlier topic was paying homage to the Australian Open and my top 5 favorite tennis players of all time. I had them all laid out, with photos and comments on each one. But the Blog Fairies knew nobody really cared about my top 5 favorite tennis players of all time. Instead, the Blog Fairies wanted this story to come out. And it is all perfectly true.....in my head, that is!
Rafa's Romancing
Once upon a time there was a super hot guy named Rafael Nadal. He played tennis and made lots of money. But he was lonely.
He was playing tennis one day when, he looked in the stands and saw *ME*.
He said, in an extremely sexy Spanish accent, "You there, you beautiful woman. I must have you! We will move to Majorca and live happily ever after."
"Oh, Rafa", I said. "I am a happily married woman. You can't have me. I can't move to Majorca, for I live happily in Lafayette with my handsome husband, Ted."
He laughed. "Ha, ha, ha. Oh my beautiful Marilyn. Allow me to show you something."
"Look at me. Now look at your husband."
"Now look at me. Now look at your husband again."
"Oh, Rafa," I said, "While you are quite the physical specimen, I must remain with Ted."
Rafa scowled. He decided to try another tack.
"But, Marilyn. I am just a boy....standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him."
I said "I'm so sorry, Rafa. I can't. My heart truly belongs to Ted. Only Ted. Now. Forever. Always. You and I,...we...can never be together."
Rafa was crushed. Beyond all crushed-ness was he crushed. So crushed that he lost in three sets of the quarter finals of the Australian Open.
"I then will settle for this woman."
Then he dropped to the ground and cried. The end.
P.S. This has nothing to do with anything, but I made PW's restaurant style salsa today and it is delicious. True dat.
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