I just this minute got home from a singles tennis match I had this morning, a match I lost 5-7, 5-7. That right there is what we call All of the Pain, None of the Gain. But the going-away small talk I had with the other girl stuck in my head and I thought I would tell you about it. Here's what we said and what we meant by it.
Her: "So you've already played Shelly, I'm playing her tonight. How is she?" Will I beat her?
Me: "She's very sweet." I crushed her when we played.
Her: "She's been doing pretty well I think." You're not going to help me scout her out?
Me: "Yes, she's a doll. You'll have fun." That's all you're getting.
Her: "Well thanks Becky, it was a good match." I won! I won! I won!
Me: "Yes, you played great! I'd love to play you again sometime." You got lucky.
Yes, I am always a sore loser on the inside, I hope you're not disappointed in me. But it struck me after we parted that this girl and I spoke the same language, and also that "she's very sweet" is right up there behind "bless her heart" as one of the worst things you can say about someone.
I have to go drown my sorrows in this giant unsweet iced tea. More later. xoxo