heckuva guy

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.