Friday, June 01, 2007
You want to know another way in which Matt is totally great? Well, okay. I'll tell you.
One of the awesome things we inherited with the house was a ping-pong table in the basement. (the basement itself was exciting enough!) I cut my teeth (probably literally, but I really don't remember) on ping-pong when I was a kid. We always had a table at my parents' house, as well as I can remember. We bought my grandpa's pool table when I lived in Ephrata (teen years), so we had to move the ping-pong table outside, exposing it to the elements. The outdoor ping-pong table was wicked challenging -- it warped all funny each winter (we replaced it every few years), so you'd get all kinds of unexpected bounces. Maybe that explains a thing or two about how I play... Hm. Hadn't considered that before.
Matt is such a darling that he always lets me win! Some men I've encountered have giant egos, where women's superiority in any area is concerned, but he is so secure in his ping-pongitude that he has never bested me in this area. Whenever the game gets tight, he graciously sails a return over the end of the table, or completely whiffs when trying to contact the ball with his paddle. He even accepts my trash-talking with a shake of the head and a frown of mock-concentration. And the scores! The scores! Usually something like 21-7, or 21-6. He even allowed a skunking a few nights ago (7-0). Not even close. And he always comes back for more! It's almost to the point where I believe he's actually trying. Almost.
I'm a lucky woman.