Shake off the weirdness and Pete is a Sleep Snapper

Yesterday afternoon, with the sunshine being as sunshiny as it was, Pete and I decided to play a game of racquetball. Before we even had our rackets out of the bags, the two guys playing in the court next to ours stopped us and asked if we'd like to play doubles. We politely declined, joking that we were so bad they wouldn't even want to play us. Which? For the most part is true. They didn't want to hear a "no", and so they suggested we play a game and warm up, and then they'd ask again.

I like racquetball. I have fun playing racquetball. I do not play racquetball to be competitive, in fact, I laugh when Pete starts to get huffy after bad shots. I'm not a good player, but I like to think I give Pete a little competition to work with. Generally we play to have fun, we laugh a lot, and have a good time.

I really had zero desire to play the two guys next to us. They had stuff on like gloves, which to me, made them look like they knew what they were doing, and that they were not there to have fun, laugh a lot, and have a good time. But before we finished our first game, they asked to play doubles again and because it would have felt awkward and almost rude to say no again, we agreed.

Bad idea.

One of the two guys was of somewhat Latin? French? Something with an Accent descent, and I think he might have been drunk, or maybe that was just his foreign-ness, and right off the bat he started hitting on me. He stood way to close to me when he talked, intruding my comfort bubble and was just being a general Weirdo. We started playing, and I was playing bad. I felt uncomfortable, and couldn't get into it. I hit the ball which shot right back towards me and as I tried to move out of the way, I got SLAMMED into by Weird Foreign Guy. SLAMMED. I didn't quite fall all the way down though, but as I stood up I felt dizzy. "Crap" I thought, "This is going to be embarrassing" because I thought I was about to faint.

I did not faint though. But I was still embarrassed. And my neck suddenly hurt really, really bad.

I told weird Foreign Guy that I was fine, and as he apologized I reassured him I'd survive. We stopped for a couple minutes so I could recoup, and then I felt someone rubbing my neck. WEIRD FOREIGN GUY WAS NOW TOUCHING ME. I looked at Pete and screamed through my eyes WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP! But Pete's eyes told me, THIS IS REALLY FUNNY, HAHAHAH! Great. So when Weird Foreign Guy finally stopped molesting me, I decided I was ok to play again.

They were hitting the ball 100 MPH and I the only thing I was doing was trying to stay away from the ball as not to get slammed and nearly killed again. Weird Foreign Guy tried to make conversation as we were playing, and told me I was a "strong girl" and wouldn't stop apologizing. We played two games, which were very short (we got creamed) and then I said No More. This had been weird enough, I had the hibbie jibbies and all I could do was shake off the weirdness, and call it a day.

I will not play doubles again. EVER.

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Last night I had a dream about tap dancing, I was teaching someone a combination and I could hear the Click Click Clicking of her taps as she danced. Then I woke up and the Click Click Clicking continued. I looked over to see Pete with his hands up in the air, snapping his fingers. I sat up a little and said "Why are you snapping your fingers?!" and he? said nothing. Pete is a sleep snapper!